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A case of bad timing - by praeteritio
McCoy was on his feet. “Is it over? I want to check you out.”

“It’s over. And you can poke and prod all you like once I’ve had something to eat.”

McCoy followed Jim to the kitchen. Jim was so hungry he was ready to eat anything in sight—which happened to be marmalade, straight from the jar.

“How about I fix you something more substantial?”

“Sure.” Jim helped himself to another spoonful of marmalade, tried the crackers, found the box was empty, then opened the warmer and downed one of the now decidedly leathery Vulcan pastries.

“Should you be eating that?”

“I said I was starving.” The words came out more snappishly than Jim intended. “Sorry.” He tried to sit down, thought better of it, and leaned his elbows on the breakfast bar instead.

McCoy did not fail to notice. “I think you should let me check you over. Here,” He slid a plate of synthesised eggs on toast in front of Jim. “I’ll grab my kit.”

While Jim ate, McCoy ran his scanner over father and baby. “I’ll bet you’re feeling pretty rough, but the baby’s happy. Whatever you said to Spock, it worked.”

“I knew he wouldn’t hurt her.”

“I thought he was going to tear us all to pieces, for a while there.”

Jim set down his fork and rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry, Bones. If I’d known he’d do that, I wouldn’t have asked you here.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  earthside  mpreg  fuckordie  mccoy  progeny 
4 days ago by runpunkrun
Twist the Knife - by ruminables
“Fired up tonight, are we, Mr. Spock?” Kirk says, pulling away with a gasp.

“Perhaps,” says Spock in what comes out as half a whisper. Kirk goes to bite Spock’s lip again, but instead Spock catches him in a soft kiss.

Shockingly soft, bordering on tender. In the quiet of the room, the dimness of the evening light, no sounds but their breathing, Kirk goes tense in Spock’s arms. He thinks at first he must be mistaken, but then Spock’s hands come up to cup both sides of Kirk’s face, and his thumb moves so slightly along the line of Kirk’s brow bone. It is perhapsan absentminded gesture – but Spock is not often absentminded. No, he is truly being … gentle.

It’s strange, it’s not like him, and Kirk’s heart gives a pump of adrenaline.Something about the deceptive softness to the kiss reminds him of something; Kirk had once known of a particularly ruthless admiral with a reputation for the way she smiled at people before slitting their throats. It was a smile turned on Kirk once – but his throat was not the one slit, that day.

Kirk’s hand comes up between them and closes around Spock’s neck. “Careful, Spock,” he says, and then kisses Spock in a mockery of the same softness, kisses his mouth and then his jaw even softer and then, softest of all, his neck, at the same time stroking Spock’s throat with his thumb. He touches his teeth to the delicate skin. Spock swallows, which Kirk feels intimately.

“Apologies, Captain,” says Spock, but when Kirk lifts his head for another threat or another kiss, Spock kisses him again that same way, warm and delicious and so very dangerous, and it’s good, amazingly good, and Kirk’s knees threaten go to weak. Kirk pulls away, hand tightening at Spock’s throat, half astonished at himself.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  D/s  firsttimes  <3 
9 days ago by runpunkrun
Four Times Kirk Noticed Spock And One Time Aliens Made Him Do Something About It (Sort Of) - by thedeadparrot
The Cradoan Chief burbled a greeting and half-bowed to Jim. "Captain Kirk, we are glad to have made your acquaintance. We wish you and the Federation good fortune." He held out a metal object about the size of Jim's palm that looked like a closed flower, made up of rounded metal plates the came together at a single point. A gift, then.

Jim half-bowed in response and accepted the present with outstretched hands. "Thank you, Chief Cladin. It has been an honor working with you."

Chief Cladin then turned to Spock and offered him a metallic flower-object as well. Spock accepted it with the proper, if slightly stiff half-bow as well. "Thank you, Chief Cladin," Spock said. "We wish you and your planet good fortune."

The Cradoan Chief burbled and smiled. "It is customary for guests to open their gifts before they leave," he said.

Jim went first, awkwardly prying at the edges of the casing until one of the other Cradoans showed him the correct way to fold back each metal petal until it revealed the golden gem within. It was a godo, one of Cradoans' most precious gems, cut so it caught and scattered the light all over Kirk's hands and arms. The Cradoans clicked their teeth in applause.

Spock was next. He had been paying attention to Jim's difficulties, it seemed (not that Jim expected any less from him), because he removed the metal casing as if he'd done it a hundred times before. Jim was struck by the sight. There was something to the way Spock peeled back each petal with the utmost care, his fingers long and thin and precise. Spock's expression was controlled, but there was a look in his eyes, curiosity with a dash of wonder as he held the teal-colored godo up so that he could inspect it more closely. The sunlight caught in its edges cast Spock's face in a blue-green light, and Jim felt something inside him shift.

It was if Spock's features had been rearranged, subtly, so that instead of looking strange and alien and Vulcan, they resembled a work of complex engineering, as if each part could not fit together better in any other way. His tilted eyebrows, his sharp nose, the straight line of his mouth, all of them working together to make up Spock. And once he saw it, Jim couldn't unsee it.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  aliensmakethemdoit  kissing 
12 days ago by runpunkrun
Choices We Make - by WerewolvesAreReal
The essay has been authored by Stevik and four of the older boy's peers. A side note says that their genetics instructor has proofread the document. It is forty-three pages long, with numerous citations and annotations. It presents, in neat, clinical terms, the logical argument that Spock's existence is a biological aberration and that he should, in the interest of benefiting society, immediately commit suicide.

He leaves the cubicle. When class commences, Spock takes notes with his usual efficiency. When class ends he sees Stevik standing outside the school's exit, watching him, and he sweeps past the elder student silently.

He is very careful to go through his usual routine at home. But when his typical period for rest comes, Spock stays up to re-read the essay despite his eidetic memory. When he is finished he hides the datapadd and sleeps.

He repeats this ritual the next night. And he keeps the padd as years pass and Stevik changes schools. He keeps the padd when he joins Starfleet, and when he becomes First Officer of the USS Enterprise it remains shelved next to his meditation pot. It never collects dust.

Spock knows every argument and every point by heart. Perhaps it would be easier to abandon the padd if he could craft a reasonable rebuttal.

But Spock does not think this is possible, so he never tries.
st:tos  gen  kirk&spock  ep-related  robots  seeingdouble  saavik 
13 days ago by runpunkrun
Lessons - by vulcanhearted (wildewinged)
Kirk shoves his first officer through the door before it's even slid open all the way, knocking Spock's shoulder on the panel. Spock lets himself be slammed against the wall next to the door - lets, Kirk knows, Spock's inhuman strength well-proven by now. "You were deliberately subordinate to me," he growls, face inches from Spock's. Spock, who merely blinks and raises an eyebrow in response.

He gets another slam against the wall for that.

"You've forgotten just who's in charge here, mister." Kirk grabs Spock's hand before he can react, squeezes so the bones grind together. Spock barely flinches, but Kirk knows it's painful. Smirks. "Need a reminder?"

"Do I, sir?" Spock asks in that way he has, no open attitude, but an undercurrent of challenge. A dare, a taunt, that Kirk can't help but respond to. They're on the bed in seconds that feel like even less.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  D/s  bed 
14 days ago by runpunkrun
Translating Ennoia - by WerewolvesAreReal
“Captain Pike plucked you right from the Academy,” Mitchell drawls. “You were his little emotionally-stunted prodigy. Kirk won't be so invested. Big change.”

Spock is impassive. Kirk's final opinion of Spock will have little relevance to him. Spock's days on the Enterprise are numbered. “Change is a constant, Commander,” he says placidly, refusing to rise to the man's prodding.

At the transporter console, Montgomery Scott clears his throat. “Beaming him up now, Sir.”

The whine of the transporter pierces through the room, and Spock shifts his shoulders as he turns to watch the blue cascade of light that precedes the captain's arrival. As the fourth officer in the chain of command – and, if both the captain and commander are disabled during an emergency, the most likely individual to temporarily take control for any extended period - he is expected to make an appropriately professional impression on the captain. He shifts his stance and prepares to offer the ta'al as the fluttering glow of molecules on the transporter pad coalesces into a humanoid form.

His breath catches.

Laughing hazel eyes roam around the room, lingering on Spock for a long moment. His mind is seared with light and the impression of a sun. The newly-formed human steps forward, and his proximity makes the sudden pounding of Spock's heart redouble itself until his abdomen feels tight with pressure.

Captain Kirk – Spock's t'hy'la – smiles at the small group. The tiny curve of his lips makes his whole face look hauntingly soft. “Gary,” he says. “Commander Scott, and – Commander Spock, is it?”

Kirk raises his hand in a rough approximation of the Vulcan ta'al. Spock returns the greeting numbly. He hopes wildly that his hand is not trembling.
st:tos  kirk/spock  new-in-town  friends-to-lovers  <3 
14 days ago by runpunkrun
Tesmur - To Prosper - by SineadRivka
“Dad, I hate these things.”

“I know. Your Uncle Bones hates them more and we saw him off the day before yesterday.”

“I hate starting over.”

Jim turned to stand before his daughter, taking her sensitive little hands in his own and bringing them up to cup his temples. She, as a touch-telepath, found this to be the most “clear” point that her father could project from. And she allowed him to drown her in his safety and protection. His mental voice a warmth around her soul . . . her other father’s people called it a katra, she had learned. Slowly, she opened her light brown eyes again, curling fingertips into his hair. “There is a Vulcan onboard. I don’t want them to think poorly of me, Dad.”

“That would be scary, wouldn’t it? But I’ve heard from Commodore Pike that Commander Spock is quite different than most Vulcans we’ve met. And he’s the senior science officer.”

“Damn it.”

“Yeah, you can’t escape him. I’m sorry, Junebug.”

“I hate that nickname.”
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  intersex  progeny  single-parent 
21 days ago by runpunkrun
Interspace - by williamspockspeare
Four months elapsed since the night of their fortuitous game of chess, where little chess had actually occurred; dissolving instead into confessions of long buried feelings. In those months, he and his captain had taken on new duties to each other, and wore new titles. Boyfriends.

It was wonderful.

Their existence had not fundamentally altered. Jim was still captain, Spock still his first officer. The ship trekked forward into space, and their essential regard for each other remained consistent, unbending. But now they touched and embraced, whispered their secrets so the other might hide them, demonstrated all the ways one could laugh or tease. They spent hours in silent reverence, or fervent friendly debate, or simply enjoyed the company of the other.

Spock could not feel happiness in the human sense, and so he was not happy. Instead, he felt with Surak, who, having gained the unification of his people, described joy as to sit in the shadow of one’s t’hy’la.

With Jim, all that Spock desired had been given to him. No complaint should exist. Yet there remained a singular, daunting obstacle.

His contentment alone could not measure the success of their relationship. The needs of the many must be looked to before singular satisfaction. It was his duty, as an officer, as a friend, as one who looked upon him in adoration, to fulfil Jim’s needs. Of course, Jim had not expressed these particular needs as of yet – but Spock knew his courtesy, his patience, and his pride. He never stooped, even if the logic was sound. The logical advocate within said Spock should provide for him, even without request.

A deeper voice, one that felt more like himself, wanted no part of it.
st:tos  kirk/spock  asexual 
21 days ago by runpunkrun
Unspoken - by williamspockspeare
“I have not addressed my regard for you because I thought you might recognize it. As a captain, you are unmatched in your prowess to command effectively, while also succeeding in the establishment of camaraderie and respect amongst your crew. I would hope you are aware that you have my loyalty, and my admiration for your abilities.”

Jim was briefly speechless, and felt silly that he couldn’t find the words in return. If Spock admired him an inch, Jim had miles upon miles to praise in his first officer.

At least, in theory. Because caught in the moment, Jim couldn’t voice how much Spock moved him.

Jim shook his head.

“I’m flattered.” He wasn’t sure why he chose that word – his cheeks felt a bit warm after saying it. “So, you wrote the report because you admire me?”

“No.” Spock’s gaze was careful, but not distant. “I wrote the report so others may admire you.”

Jim understood. It was one thing to be the man who could pull off daring rescues, and think your way out of tactical traps. It was another entirely to be captain of a consistent, reliable ship, one that Starfleet could count on.

And Spock was helping him be both.

Jim stood for a moment, observing his first officer’s steady posture, his precise, neat features, the delicate warmth of his gaze. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed them before – he promised himself to do so more often.

“I don’t know what to say.” He smiled, and his hands folded in front of him bashfully, like the first time attending the Academy spring dance. “I am grateful for your confidence, Mr. Spock.”

Spock nodded. “Of course, Jim.”

“Thank you, Spock. Thank you. I…”

The promise of his unspoken words hung in the air for a moment, enough for Jim to realize what they intended to be.

I love you.

And that was strange. And slightly frightening. Because he had never, ever, thought before about Spock in that way.
st:tos  kirk/spock  infirmary  drunk  jealousy  dreams  tarsus-iv  h/c  honesty 
29 days ago by runpunkrun
Shakedown Cruise - by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) (Star Trek Big Bang 2011)
One Human Spock was quite certain he had never understood in any lifetime was Doctor McCoy, whom he encountered that evening in a rec room, swearing at one of the food synthesizers.

“All I want is a coffee,” McCoy grouched. “Why does it keep giving me this swill?”

“That is not a faulty synthesizer, Doctor,” Spock pointed out. “You have never been satisfied with the quality of synthesized coffee, so why you persist in requesting it is a mystery.”

“That’s true enough,” McCoy grumbled, sparing one last glower for the hapless machine before he turned to face Spock, his eyes narrowed. “You remember that much, then.”

Yes, he did, though he could not fathom where the thought had come from; it was simply there, as though it always had been. “It is logical to assume that my memories will return in a gradual fashion.”

“Let’s hope so,” McCoy sighed.

“It would appear that prompting accelerates the process,” Spock ventured, watching his reaction carefully.

McCoy grunted his agreement. “That’s normal. That is, for the closest analogy to your situation I’m aware of.”

“Is there anything else that can be done?”

“Not that I know of. I mean, damn, it’s not like there’s a precedent here…” McCoy trailed off, his eyes narrowing. “Something’s bothering you. What is it?”

Spock flexed his hands behind his back. He was discomfited in the extreme, but he needed to know. There was a long silence. Just as McCoy was beginning to look impatient, Spock blurted, “The captain suffers.”

McCoy hesitated, looking decidedly uncomfortable, before he reluctantly confirmed, “Yes, he does.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  amnesia 
4 weeks ago by runpunkrun
where the long shadows grow - by couldaughter
“That’s not a great idea,” says the voice - attached, he can now see, to a mid-thirties medical officer with tightly braided hair and dark brown skin. They’re wearing the much maligned neuter uniform with a pair of dark green tights. “We spent a good while making sure all your bones were in the right place, I’d hate to see our hard work wasted.”

“Right,” says Jim. He must have been out for a long time; he can’t feel any residual aches besides the one in his head. His mouth feels like a tribble crawled in and died along with fifteen of its offspring. “What year is it?”

He asks it with a smile, easy and unforced, but only because he’s had years of practice. Perhaps the doctor will think it’s a joke, but he’d really like to be reassured.

He’s got appointments to keep back at home.

“2258,” says the doctor. “Stardate is a bit iffy while they work on the notation system, but the year is Federation standard at least.”

“Alright,” says Jim. This is bad news, but not, perhaps, the worst possible news. He looks down at his chest and is deeply reassured by the lack of gold lamé and sashes. “That’s -- good.”

He’d been twenty five years old last time he was in 2258, halfway through the academy track and still ducking his head every time he saw a pretty face. Practically a baby, really, in hindsight.

“We picked you up floating in an escape pod out by the Sokolov system,” the doctor says, in a helpful tone. It’s not very helpful to Jim, the designation unfamiliar. “You’re onboard the USS Everest, we’re a research vessel. We’re banking that you come in peace.”

Jim smiled at that. “It’s been a long time since I did anything but,” he says, with some irony.
st:tos  st:aos  kirk/spock  alternatetimelines  timetravel  new-vulcan  reunion 
6 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Connection - by Gulo
"Did you ever have fun?" Kirk asked next, unabashed curiosity in his eyes. "What did you do? You know? Did you play games? Make-believe? Build models? Go out and party?" He was being silly with that last, Spock knew. He let it fall, and did not wait as long to reply. But he did look up from the game to meet Kirk's gaze.

"I read. I played various games of Vulcan logic, yes." But make-believe? That was an exceedingly lonely game, to play by himself. He decided not to answer that one. "I liked to help with my mother's garden. I liked to draw cities -- city plans, and castles. I learned instruments."

Kirk's face brightened once more after he brought one of his own knights up another level. He did not bother to hide his smile. Always smiles when he looked at him, this captain... silly smiles, wry smiles, warm smiles.... "That's right, music. And you're good. Do you know anything besides the harp?"

Spock nodded. Time seemed to dilate as he considered his next move. "Piano. Pan-flute. I shall have to play the pan-flute for you sometime. Also, check."

"What!" Kirk straightened in his chair. "I'm not going to let you get away with that."

"Then you had better stop distracting yourself." This time Spock smiled, mildly.

Kirk made every attempt to recover, but it was to no avail. Spock beat him fair and square this time, through no fault but his own.

But Spock felt a little less lonely that night.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  h/c  shore-leave  beach  crying 
7 weeks ago by runpunkrun
experiment - by sunshine_captain
“You've been-” Jim's lips twitch, and he has to fight with himself not to smile or laugh at how absurd he feels uttering a line that seems straight out of a low budget erotic vid. “You've been a very bad boy, Mr. Spock.”

The thing is, Spock is a scientist, and one of the requirements seems to be limitless curiosity. That doesn't end in the bedroom, and while Spock's willingness and even desire to try new things usually delights Jim, sometimes it just makes him feel silly. Like now. He figured that this was how he'd feel when Spock had first brought up the idea of roleplay.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, Spock standing in front of him at attention, both of them in uniform.

He's still suppressing a smile until Spock says, “Captain, I deeply regret having displeased you. Can you not think of some way I may redeem myself?” and sinks to his knees in front of Jim to rub his cheek against Jim's cock through his pants, murmuring, “Please, Captain.”

Jim's mouth dries up and all he can do is stare down at Spock in disbelief. This has gone from amusing to actually turning him on shockingly fast. He should have known. Spock never does anything halfheartedly; whether it's a new experiment or trying a new kink in the bedroom, he gives it his all.
st:tos  kirk/spock  roleplay  spanking 
8 weeks ago by runpunkrun
throwback - by sunshine_captain
“Alright, Spock, what is it about my stomach that you find so fascinating you can’t keep your hands off of it? You were never this obsessed before we retired and I got fat.”

Spock takes so long to answer Jim starts to wonder if he’s fallen asleep. But apparently the lazy pleasure has gotten to him, too, because he’s more forthcoming about the subject than he’s ever been. “I fear it is an ancestral throwback to the days before Vulcans adopted logic as our way.”

Jim snorts. That...was the last thing he expected to hear. “What?”

“In the days before Surak, when my species was constantly at war...” It’s exactly the kind of thing that would once have had Spock getting all uptight and formal. As it is, he turns his head slightly so his words aren’t muffled into Jim’s belly, eyes half opening, the very picture of contentment. “Life was harsh and food scarce, so it was a source of pride and a mark that one was an excellent warrior and mate if one’s partner had enough food and time idle to become fat. A most rare occurrence.”

“You...like that I’m fat because you feel like you’re doing a good job? As my...mate?”

Pause. “Yes.” Longer pause. “There is, admittedly, also a sexual component to my fixation.”

Jim tries not to laugh, he really does, but god. Spock feeling proud of himself because Kirk is nice and round is just...it’s adorable. And hilarious. His mouth twitches, another snort escapes, and then he loses the fight and lets his laughter bubble out, thinking how whenever Spock touches his stomach he must think about what a good mate he is.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bodies 
8 weeks ago by runpunkrun
stay with me - by nepas
Spock pulled away completely and took a deep breath, exhaling softly against Jim’s lips. It drove him crazy when he did that. “It is getting late, Jim. I should go back to my quarters now so that you may sleep.” He gently took Jim’s hand and pulled it out of his pants.

Jim frowned. “But I don’t want you to go,” he groaned. He tried to kiss Spock again, but he turned his head so that Jim’s lips were pressed against his ear instead. As if that would stop him. Jim ran his lips along the soft, creamy skin of Spock’s earlobe, breathing in the sweet smell of his skin. Spock sighed and pushed him away, causing Jim to fall down next to him on the bed.

Spock rolled over onto his side to look at Jim. “I do not wish to leave you either, but it would be unwise for us to continue our… activities…. when you have an early shift tomorrow morning,” he stated matter of factly.

Jim groaned. This had been their routine for the past few nights, although this had been the farthest they had ever gotten with each other. Their positions aboard the Enterprise ensured that they were kept busy. And, as much as Jim knew Spock enjoyed spending time together, Spock refused to let their new relationship interfere with the running of the ship. Of course, Jim agreed, but losing a little sleep so he could finally have Spock in the way he had been imagining for months…. surely, that would be more than worth it. But Spock didn’t seem to think so. He would break away from Jim just as things started really heating up, telling him they had to be responsible and go to bed early. Of course, Jim objected every time, but Spock was just as relentless and always managed to win. But not this time. Jim was too determined.

“So you should just sleep here tonight,” Jim whispered, hoping Spock would agree this time.

Spock raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate the offer, Jim, just like I have every night for the past week, but I believe you are too ‘riled up’ for me to stay.”

Jim sighed. “Spock, I’ll calm down, okay? I just... I just hate when you leave me every night,” he said sadly, his hand coming up to caress Spock’s smooth cheek.

“I do not enjoy it either,” Spock admitted.
st:tos  kirk/spock  taking-it-slow  sleeping/together  dreams  firsttimes 
8 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Trial Run - by Elise_Madrid
What was he doing wrong? And would rereading the instructions aid his progress? Knowing he was only doing it so as not to have to admit defeat, Spock retraced his steps back to the bench where he’s laid the manual, only to come to a complete stop after barely two steps. Sitting on the bench, the slightly damp book in his hand, sat Kirk. His head down as he read, his forearms were propped against his thighs while the manual rested loosely in his hands. He slowly turned a page and then looked up at Spock’s approach.

“Hi.” he looked around Spock at the pool. “I think you’re doing it wrong.”

“Indeed.” Spock took a seat next to him. “How do you know this?”

“I’ve been watching you. Your kick is off, which is probably why you’re having so much trouble with your balance.”

“My balance? I was under the impression that the water was supposed to support me.”

“Sorry. Balance in swimming refers to being able to perform all the movements around a natural point of buoyancy. But looking at this,” he leaned toward Spock and pointed to one of the pages, “they’re not taking into account the fact that yours is probably different.”

Spock took the book and reread the section Kirk was referring to. “I believe you are correct. It is not logical that Starfleet would devise a means of instruction beneficial to only one specific species.”

“No, it’s not. But there aren’t a lot of non-human cadets; you’re the first I’ve ever seen.”

“Is that why you were watching me?” Spock felt the same rush of bitterness he had experienced so often on Vulcan. He was not as they were; he was separate.

Something must have shown on his face. Perhaps the same thing his father had ever been able to detect, because Kirk’s eyes went suddenly wide.

“No! That’s not what I meant. I...” A blush stole over the human’s face. “I like the way you look, that’s all,” Kirk mumbled.
st:tos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  meet-as-kids  water  iowa  firsttimes 
8 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Vulcans do NOT flirt. Right? - by Qleo
“Bones!” Jim hissed again, hoping his voice would escape the Vulcan’s better-than-human hearing. “He rubbed my feet!”

“On what?” Jim finally had his attention.

“Not on anything.” Jim rubbed a hand over his eyes. “With his hands. You know, like a massage.”

“Sure he did.” McCoy rolled his eyes.

“The Captain is correct.” Jim jumped as Spock’s voice came from behind him. “I did, in fact, as his boots had been laced quite tightly, I attempted to restore the normal blood flow through metatarsus massage.” Spock sat next to Jim. “Captain, I didn’t realize you were discomfited by my having done so.”

“No, I wasn’t..” Jim started only to be interrupted as McCoy rejoined the conversation.

“You really shouldn’t over tighten your boots, Jim. It's bad for your circulation.”

Jim groaned.

As the conversation continued on around him, Jim became aware of pressure against his leg. Spock was freaking playing footsie with him! At the table. In front of everyone. Well, in front of everyone who was willing to crawl under the table and sort through the tangle of legs, anyway. Vulcan’s don’t flirt, his ass! Jim snorted.

“Somethin’ got your panties in a wad, Darlin’?” McCoy’s amused voice came from across the table.

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Captain?” Spock’s voice was faintly disapproving. “Surely this isn’t the time to be propositioning the doctor?” He laid his hand on the Captain’s thigh out of sight under the table, stroking gently. “The Admiral will arrive any moment.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  flirting 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
The Vulcan Way - by WerewolvesAreReal
“What kind of photography club hazes people?” is what Nyla wants to know.

Serghei Ionescu tilts his chin stubbornly. “Starfleet Academy has a long, proud tradition of supporting the arts. In the vein of that tradition we want only the most serious of -”

Just to cut him off, she asks, “You're not going to make us do anything, like, perverted, are you?”

Serghei stops and starts to sputter.

Nyla tries to share a commiserating glance with the other newest member, T'Mir. But she only receives a blank stare in return. Right - Vulcan.

“No one at Starfleet does any serious hazing,” says Marel Sheppard, the Vice-President of the club. “We're not going to... Beat you, or anything.”

Nyla raises her eyebrows and folds her arms. “Well... That's good.”

“That is reassuring,” T'Mir deadpans. Everyone pauses and looks at her to gauge for seriousness.
st:tos  kirk/spock  f/f  starfleet.edu  photographs 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
Catching Light - by AuthorGod
“Bones, he’s been like this for a day, something’s wrong.”

The captain’s voice filters like an echo into Spock’s mind, but he is locked away, his body healing, and he can not respond.

“Stop being so damned impatient, let him rest! The only thing here that’s wrong is I’ve got a captain coming off massive blood loss and surgery, and instead of sleeping it off in his own biobed, he’s over here terrorizing unconscious Vulcans!” Then more gently, “Look at these sensors here, he’s getting better by the minute. He’ll be back to his stubborn as nails, logical self in a few hours.”

“He shouldn’t have done that.”

“If I have to listen to any more of your bellyaching I’m gonna-- He’s the reason you’re even alive right now! You really think he could just stand by and watch you die if he could help it? Or, better yet, if the roles were reversed, you mean to tell me you wouldn’t tear heaven apart if it meant saving his life?”

A sigh. A quick brush of warmth over the top of his hand. “One trip through his head and you turn Judas on me.”

“See now, that would imply that I’m usually on your side, but I hate both of you equally. You know how hard it is keeping you two alive? And I’m still nauseous from that damnable mind meld.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  mind-meld  infirmary  angry  firsttimes 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
Mind Readers, Man! - by somepatriot
“Permission to beam down with the away crew, Captain?”

“Denied!” Leonard yelled before Jim could answer. “It’s only been three months since you were at death’s door! I’m not letting you beam down to some strange planet!”

Spock pressed his lips together and furrowed his brow, and that seemed to be the end of the conversation. Three months ago, it would have been. Instead, Leonard was bombarded by a surge of annoyance he knew wasn’t coming from himself.

You know that I am perfectly healthy, Spock said.

Sure, you’re not bleeding out, but we haven’t finished restocking all the blood we used for your transfusion. What if you need another one? You could die!

I have come in twice every month! There is plenty in supply.

Not enough for a class four hemorrhage!

“Gentlemen?” Jim interrupted. His eyes were flicking between Leonard and Spock as if he was worried for their mental health. “Is there something going on I should know about?”

Spock and Leonard simultaneously sent to one another don’t tell him! Leonard coughed and Spock shook his head. Jim looked puzzled.

“Fine,” Leonard said gruffly, trying to change the subject. “Beam down to the planet. Die there, for all I care.”

You owe me, Leonard sent to Spock. And you’d better not die!

Thank you, doctor, Spock replied. He glanced at Jim, the barest hint of a smile on his lips, and Leonard bit down a gag.
st:tos  spock&mccoy  kirk/spock  whoops  bonded  telepathy  jealousy  infirmary 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
You Could Call It Love - by toyhto
“I have been assigned to another position. I am afraid that even as a captain of a starship, you will not be able to challenge that unless the person in question were your legal spouse.”

Jim swallowed. “So, that’s what it would take.”

“A marriage or a bond of same level of commitment is often regarded as a relevant factor in the situations like this,” Spock said and there was absolutely nothing in his voice suggesting that he might have been thinking the same thing than Jim was. “This is very unfortunate, Captain. Perhaps I should now depart from your apartment. I realize it is late and as a human, you require more sleep than I do.”

“No,” he said, “wait. You aren’t going anywhere. Sit down.”

“Excuse me?” Spock said.

“That was an order, Mr. Spock,” Jim said. Spock looked slightly surprised but sat down into the nearest chair which happened to be a very cozy and very soft armchair that almost seemed to swallow Spock. Jim bit his lip as Spock watched him with wide eyes and apparently tried to find a way to sit in a bit more graceful posture. “So. Tell me. Would it make a difference?”

“I wish you would specify your question,” Spock said, but his voice wasn’t so calm anymore now that he was struggling with the armchair.

“Would it make a difference if my spouse was a scientist assigned to work at Headquarters and I told them I'm not leaving without him?”

Spock raised an eyebrow at him. “With a probability of 72.3 percent, yes. But this is highly irrelevant when it comes to our current problem.”

“Well,” he said and wished he had been wearing pants. “Mr. Spock, I trust that you haven’t made plans to marry anyone anytime soon.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  earthside  faking-it  marriage  oblivious  sleeping/together  kissing  firsttimes  fuckordie  vulcan  bonded  <3 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
First Contact - by triedunture
Jim was just about to suggest a game of cards when the aliens came.

They arrived unannounced in a shower of sparks about two yards away from the porch steps. Jim's dad was on his feet in an instant, his hand gripping Jim's elbow tight. For some reason, Jim's first thought was that this was some kind of dust storm, maybe a lightning strike. Lightning worked in funny ways, he knew. But no, the light died away and left three shapes standing there in long dark robes. It wasn't a trick of the light.

Winona Kirk's cigarette sputtered in the grass, where it was dropped from her nerveless fingers. Jim watched it for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three figures standing on their lawn.

The tallest stepped forward. His hair was a shiny black helmet and his face looked like cold marble and his ears were an elves', all pointed at the high tips. "I greet you—" he said, or tried to.

"George, get Jim inside. Go, now," Jim's mom said quickly.

The stranger continued, heedless. "There is no need to be frightened."

"Too late," Jim's dad rumbled, his voice an earthquake against Jim's back. "What are you?"

"I am Sarek of Vulcan, ambassador to your planet." He bowed his regal head. "We have been preparing for this moment for quite some time, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk. This is the day we reveal ourselves to you."
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  firstcontact  meet-as-kids  whoops  bonded  pirates  bodymod  reunion  angry  mind-meld  <3 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
A Millennium of Cadence - by obsidienne
"Jim, what the hell are you doing—"

"Kroykah!" A second guard turns on McCoy, and his throat is once more in danger of being sliced open. Jim swallows back his protest and watches as T'Pau crosses the sands toward him. She cocks her head, contemplating his face, no doubt looking for an incentive to slit both their necks. "Do you understand what you offer?" she asks, the question rife with censure.

He takes a breath, lets it out slowly. "Yes, ma'am. I do."

"You will explain your logic."

Logic? Explain love with logic? To beings who feel shame at the idea of even friendship? Or maybe that shame is Spock's alone. "If I fight with him, one of us will die," he finally says and there is no more room for bravado or pretense. His voice is shaking. "He's my friend. I can't kill him. And if he kills me…" He doesn't want to think about what that would do to his first officer. "He would regret that it was necessary."

T'Pau considers his words. "And therefore you intend to offer yourself to him; to be claimed in the ancient way of our people? In both mind and body?"

"Yes." It's no more than a croak. He tries to swallow again, but it's painful; almost impossible.

"Once done, it cannot be undone," she warns him. "A Vulcan mating bond is permanent."

"I know," he whispers.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  fuckordie  vulcan  bonded 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
Definitions - by WerewolvesAreReal
He wants to experiment with the bond, now that he fully recognizes its existence; but he also acknowledges that Spock will surely become aware of any attempts. He will probably not approve or be comfortable with the tampering. But he does pay close attention to the interactions between himself and his first officer, and what he finds is a little surprising.

He wonders how he never noticed it before, the way he catches himself thinking, almost randomly, “Spock is tired. I should make him rest.” Or, “Spock is awake. Let's see if he's up for a game of chess.” Or even, more eerily, “I need to get this to Spock – he's in the science labs right now.”

Strangely, no one else seems confused when he makes the mistake of voicing his assumptions aloud. Perhaps he's the only one who never noticed, then, because everyone around him seems to take his matter-of-fact knowledge as something natural.

Sometimes, more rarely, he thinks he can see why people call Spock cold. There are odd moments where he looks at Spock and the outside does not match the bond.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bonded  telepathy  mind-meld  friends-to-lovers 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
...And Always Shall Be - by ashayam_spirk (T'hy'La #3) [9/15]
It had been four years now—four years with Jim on his first official Deep Space mission, and Spock awaiting his return to the Enterprise. The repairs had been delayed an extra year, and Pike had only just messaged that the ship would be ready in two months. Two months, and Spock would be in space and Jim…well. Perhaps Jim would still be here.

It seemed a cruel twist of fate that they were afforded only moments with each other since reuniting. The week after Jim’s graduation, and the occasional shore leave when the Farragut was close enough to earth for a few days of relief.

It offered no real, tangible moments to see if the relationship would ever progress past lingering touches and the inability for Spock to look away any time he and Jim shared a room together. There were long nights of comfortable beds, without sleeping ,talking until their voices became hoarse.

And then Jim would be gone again, and Spock would be teaching, and at night indulging in illogical fantasies of Jim in his arms, Jim on missions with him, Jim seeing him through his Time.

In spite of these intrusive thoughts, Spock manages to get through the rest of his day. He does not expect an invite to see Jim, nor does he receive one. So it’s with great surprise that he hears the soft, pweeooo of his door alert as he’s sitting down to his evening meal.

A jolt of anticipation—unexpected and quite illogical—hits him and causes a two point six second delay in his response as he stands and approaches the door. The screen shows only the arm of a person, but Spock does not need visual confirmation to know who is standing just outside. He feels it like a long, slow tug on an immature bond which has sat deep in the recesses of his mind since he was but for terran years of age.

Spock hesitates only a second longer, then presses his palm to the door and it slides open. He anticipates and receives Jim into his embrace, allowing his t’hy’la to bury his face in Spock’s neck.
st:tos  kirk/spock  pining  h/c  friends-to-lovers  wip 
june 2018 by runpunkrun
Pacing the Cage - by Jenna Hilary Sinclair
Instead, deep inside himself, Spock scorned the humans. With not a laugh, and not unkindly, but still he scorned them because they were so uncontrolled. They were slaves to the body. Their sexuality was rampant; they indulged themselves in physical sensation without thought to the consequences. They did not ally themselves with the universal forces that insured the survival of the species. They surrendered instead to the momentary pleasure.

Spock was still very young for his species, and he was not yet afraid.

Then James Kirk took command of the Enterprise, he of the sea-green, changeable eyes, and the smile that he never denied his second-in-command. When Kirk turned to him on that first day in the transporter room and with a small curving of lips offered him the Vulcan salute instead of forcing a Terran handshake upon him, Spock took the first step on the long journey to true understanding of self, although his cool rationality would have denied it at the time.

Over the next few months, the fact that Kirk was an exceptionally beautiful individual did not concern him. Nor could his charm affect Vulcans. His confident walk was of no consequence. The talent Kirk displayed for command was proof that the Starfleet Admiralty had not been mistaken in appointing such a young human as captain, but it had nothing to do with Spock's personal relationship with Kirk.

It was Kirk's smile that proved to be Spock's undoing. Kirk smiled at him, and offered his laughter too, and somehow with them the implication that he unveiled himself for Spock's personal perusal. Such an unseemly emotional display. So unVulcan. So fascinating.
st:tos  kirk/spock  earthside  abstinence  pining  camping  holidays  party  trauma  infirmary  honesty  friends-to-lovers 
june 2018 by runpunkrun
Common Ground: Part I of the Fields of Evermore series - by Tiger Tyger (Southern_Comfort)
Jim sat up against the pillows, and nodded when McCoy excused himself. Spock stood alone at the end of the room. The light blue Science shirt fit loosely against his torso, as did the regulation pants. The boots added no height, but then Spock hardly needed any. His expression was one of practiced calm, of indifference and rejection of all things that were un-Vulcan. But Jim Kirk had long ago learned to read the hidden thoughts in those dark eyes, the ones that were so obviously focused today on nothing but himself.

"Are you going to stand there all day, Spock?"

"As I mentioned, Captain, it would be best if we were not in proximity. If I may, I will adjust our duty schedules, so that we are on alternate shifts—"

"And that's that? You wipe your hands of me, the irrational human you bonded yourself to?" His attempt at humor fell flat and he realized he sounded more like a discarded girlfriend. He sat up and gestured for Spock to come closer.

Spock looked affronted, and Jim would have smiled if the situation wasn't so serious. "I am doing what is best for you—."

"And what about yourself? Damn it, would you come over here!"

Slowly, the Vulcan moved closer, until he was perhaps five feet from the bed. "My choices are inconsequential. A bonding that is not voluntary is not a bonding."

Suddenly, Jim could see the situation as Spock saw it. A bond that was unwanted, undesirable. He'd let his own emotions cloud what must have seemed like a simple choice for Spock.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bonded  rejection  vulcan  earthside  friends-to-lovers  taking-it-slow  iowa  meet-the-family  horses 
june 2018 by runpunkrun
Mea Maxima Culpa - by ashayam_spirk (T'hy'La #2)
To: S 179-276 SP, Ensign Spock S’chn T’gai
From: SC 937-0176 CEC, Cadet Kirk, James T
Stardate: 72550.6

Spock. Jesus Christ. I think I almost gave my roommate an aneurysm. I wasn’t even supposed to be up this late, but my comm beeped and I…

I don’t know what to say. I commed your house after I got out of rehabilitation and your father answered. He told me Spock no longer existed, and I thought it was some Vulcan way of saying that you were dead.
st:tos  kirk/spock  correspondence  reunion 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
(Kissing) Like Drowning People Breathe - by Amatara (K/S Advent Calendar 2016 )
Well, I’m sure they mentioned it was safe to eat,” Christine was saying, gesturing at a bowl of what looked like small, yellow snakes. “They just said it might have some… what was it again?”

“‘Interesting side-effects’.” Sulu made a face. “Sorry, Doc, but I’m not touching it. I’m not averse to risk, in general, but when it comes to food, I like to play it safe. Suppose it’s an alien aphrodisiac or something…”

Jim couldn’t help grinning. “Wouldn’t be the first time, Mr. Sulu. Hell, it probably won’t be the last.” He tried to gauge his crew’s expressions, wondering if any of them were feeling adventurous. Christine looked closest to risking it, but… Ah, forget it. In an impulse, Jim dipped his hand into the bowl, then, before he could change his mind, stuffed one of the critters into his mouth.

The crunch when he bit down was loud enough to turn heads. Sulu gave him a look of mixed revulsion and amusement; Uhura and Scotty stopped talking to stare, and next to Scotty, McCoy was already rolling his eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake, Jim, does it always have to be you?”
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  drugged  whoops  honesty  kissing 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
I Will Have This - by ashayam_spirk (T'hy'La #1)
“I’m so sorry,” Amanda breathed out. “He’s…I told him one thing in the shop, and he took it a bit…literal.”

The woman’s entire face softened, and she knelt down. Amanda bristled for a second, a warning not to touch Spock on the tip of her tongue, but it was unnecessary. The woman held up a perfect ta’al to her son. “My name is Winona Kirk. And that baby you’re holding, his name is James, but we call him Jim.”

“I am Spock,” the boy said, hitching Jim up higher against his chest in a way a child might hold a teddy bear. Amanda would have worried, but the small infant seemed to be as content as ever, a fist curled into his mouth which he gummed happily, the other hand gripping Spock’s sleeve. “I will have this to take home to Vulcan.”

“Well you know,” Winona said, looking back at Amanda with a small smile, “I think that he would enjoy Vulcan, but maybe not until he’s older. You see, human babies cry a lot. And very loudly. And they want a lot of hugs and kisses.”

Spock’s tiny nose wrinkled as he weighed those options. Then, after a pause, he said, “That is acceptable.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  earthside  amanda  winona  iowa 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
standard orbit collapsing - by tardigradeschool
On Spock’s fourth day alone on the Enterprise, someone wanders into his laboratory. Spock, who does not wish to disturb his microscope by moving, does not turn around.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” It’s Captain Kirk’s voice. “I didn’t realize anyone would be on the ship.”

“You are not,” Spock says, still not looking up.

“Will it bother you if I look around? I won’t touch any of the experiments.”

“That is acceptable,” Spock says. It is considerate of Kirk to ask; as captain, he does not need Spock’s permission to explore his own ship. Spock continues to work, putting the captain’s presence from his mind, and when he does stand up, over half an hour later, he is surprised to find Kirk still there, leaning over an open notebook with his hands tucked behind his back, possibly in an effort not to disturb anything.

“This is amazing,” Kirk says, turning. “How on earth did you discover the properties of the grass on Sigma 12?”

“A yeoman tripped and skinned her knee.”

“Fascinating,” Kirk says with relish.

“Yes, I agree,” Spock says..

Kirk smiles. Spock finds himself with the oddest instinct to smile back. Pike had respected the science division, of course, but he had never taken an interest as Kirk seems to.
st:tos  kirk/spock  new-in-town  grief  bonded 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
In Another World - by ashayam_spirk
Jim’s comm beeped, and he yanked it out of his pocket, seeing the annoyed message from Komack which he promptly ignored. He knew he couldn’t be the first person to turn down a command promotion, and he wouldn’t be the last, and he was fairly sure it was just the whole Son of George Kirk thing that had the Admiral up his ass. But Jim loved what he did—he didn’t exactly expect to fall in love with xeno-botany but here he was, and he had no intention of taking over the Enterprise, no matter what his previous Academy scores and records on the Farragut said. And really, the entire reason they wanted him was the fact that he’d been a science consult for the ship for the past four years now. Pike and Kirk had gotten to know each other through comms and crises, and Jim wasn’t entirely sure what had caused Pike to accept the promotion and leave the ship, but he wasn’t exactly in a hurry to take his place.

No, he was going to dedicate his time—at least for now—to cultivating the ability to grow sustainable flora from one world on another without massive assistive technology. And on top of that he’d been approved to work on Vulcan with Dr. Amanda Grayson. The botanist whose books Jim kept like they were the damn bible, who he might have had a mini-poster of that he talked to in the lab whenever he was stressed. He was a fan-boy. Sue him.

All he needed to do was a few tutoring sessions with one of the xeno-linguistics professors to ensure his Vulcan didn’t leave him insulting the scientists he’d be working with, and he would be on a ship heading off for the desert planet. And he was excited about this one. Dr. Grayson had actually set this up for him when he’d been bemoaning his lack of access to proper Golic. She informed him she was acquainted with a Vulcan professor at the Academy, and would set up a few sessions with him if Jim was willing.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  herbology  disability  vulcan  amanda  vsa  fuckordie  bonded  pining 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Indian Summer - by SpockJones
I spun around. Jimmy Kirk slouched on the back of a gigantic black draft horse. I hadn’t heard him approach but I could feel the ground vibrate under my feet when the horse lifted a hoof the circumference of a serving platter and tapped it on the soft asphalt.

Cal E. tried to bluff it out. “This don’t concern you, Kirk.”

“This concerns me a great deal,” said Jimmy. He grinned with one side of his mouth but his eyes reflected flat light from the lamps.

“Oh, I get it,” said Cal E. “Well, fuck you, Kirk. We was here first.” He snorted and glanced at the bushes. “You can have sloppy seconds, though.”

I sensed Choppy holding his breath from the bushes.

Jimmy blew air from his pursed lips. He combed his fingers idly through the horse’s mane as he gazed out over the fairgrounds. Finally, he looked at Cal E. “What do you think is going to happen here if I have to get off this horse, Calvin?” Jimmy asked conversationally. He watched Cal E. with genuine curiosity.

“I--we--,” Cal E. stammered.

“You’re stupid and you smell bad,” Jimmy said. “Get out of here and don’t come back. If I see you or your idiot psychopath brother again, I’m going to punch your ticket.”

“You can’t threaten me,” mumbled Cal E.

Jimmy raised both brows. “Did that sound like a threat? If you thought that was a threat, then you absolutely misunderstood me.”
st:tos  au  kirk/uhura  civilians  horses 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
Viewpoint - by Ragdoll (Keshka)
"I've been looking at the lyrics you sent me," she said, as Spock ran a chord on the lyre's strings.

"Did you encounter any difficulty?" Spock asked. "It is an old composition. Some of the syllabic phrasing is traditional rather than modern."

"No difficulty," she said, with a certain weight to her voice. Spock looked up. "It's a beautiful song; oddly poetic for old Vulcan. One of the word choices was interesting. I had to go back through my reference text to find the Golic translation."

"Ah," Spock said, and looked down again. Of course she would have noticed; he should have anticipated that. But playing the first variation had been a spontaneous decision, one which made less sense without Kirk there to tempt him into imprudent choices. The second variation, modernized, would have eliminated the pre-Surak elements. Golic translation would have been unnecessary.

"Did you choose this song because of him?" Uhura asked, low and serious.

Spock tuned and then re-tuned the third string; there was a small notch of wear on the upper portion and it required precise positioning. It affected the string's resonance by a factor of one-point-six percent. He should consider replacing it soon.

"Spock?" Uhura asked.

"I did not," Spock said. "I believed this song would suit both our respective talents. However, the variation choice may have been somewhat - impulsive."

"Oh, Spock," she sighed, and Spock set his attention to tuning and then re-tuning the first string, which also seemed to require precise positioning. "Are you going to tell him?"

"There is little to tell," Spock said. "It is only a song."
st:aos  st:tos  kirk/spock  music  oblivious 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
I've Seen Everything - by ashayam_spirk
Kirk snorted, a sound of disdain, but his face softened after a second. “You dropped the ethics hearing. Pike get to you? Or did my sad blind kid routine actually work?”

Spock felt the corner of his lip twitch in spite of his rigorous training. James Kirk was proving to be a real test of his emotional control, and strangely, the thought thrilled him. “Captain Pike was able to present your situation in a logical manner in which I was able to interpret the point and nature of your actions. While I do not approve, and while I believe that in spite of your disadvantage, you still must accept the Universe is vast and will present many no-win scenarios, I understand the…meaning behind your actions. Although I cannot condone the method in which you chose to act them out.” Before Kirk could say anything, he added, “It would be illogical to call it a breach of ethics, however, as Pike pointed out you wished to win against the system, not the simulation.”

Kirk was still, then his face broke out into a wide grin. Spock felt something strange, heat in the center of his chest which he did his best to push down. “I never thought I’d hear that coming from you. I guess we can stop being mortal enemies now.” He extended his hand, and Spock hesitated.

“Vulcans do not…it is…preferable that we do not…”

“Shit. You’re right,” Jim said. “There’s a salute, right?”

Spock held up the Ta’al, but then realized his mistake. “Perhaps I can make an exception this once, as it would be logical that you would need to touch a hand to understand the salute. If you would not mind, Mr. Kirk?”

“Does that mean I get to say I’m the only human whose ever touched a Vulcan hand?” Kirk asked with a very small smirk. He stepped forward, hand out until Spock slipped his own under Kirk’s fingers. They began to explore the shape of the Ta’al immediately, and although Spock was able to effectively turn off any intimacy in the gesture, it still sent that same, hot feeling rushing through his chest.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  disability  starfleet.edu  dating  rejection  firsttimes 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
Four Times Kirk Tried to Seduce Spock, and One Time He Succeeded - by belmanoir
He asks Spock to join him for dinner at the ship's bowling alley. He smiles and flirts and is charming, and lets Spock win at bowling. Or--he would have let Spock win, if Spock hadn't beat him soundly with no effort required. He thinks that everything's going fine.

Afterwards, he walks Spock back to his quarters. This he knows, the pause, the eye contact before it's right to lean in. Then, just as he's about to make his move, Spock says, "Good evening, Captain," and smiles at him--no, he doesn't smile, but he does whatever Spock does instead--and goes inside and shuts the door.

It takes Jim a few minutes of standing in the corridor staring at Spock's door before he realizes why it didn't work. They always take their meals together. And, Jim realizes, he always smiles and flirts with Spock. Spock had no idea anything was going on at all.

Perhaps he needs advice.
st:tos  kirk/spock  dating 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
Crash and Burn - by aldora89 (K/S Big Bang 2012)
“Come in.” He didn’t look up when the door slid open and shut again, although he stopped reading mid-sentence. “Something on your mind, Commander?”

“You did not attend the astronomy event,” Spock said. “Dr. Patel did.”

Jim’s heart rate suggested he ought to leap up and flee the scene. He shrugged away the urge. “Maybe I called it off.”

Spock remained motionless in his peripheral vision, rooted to the floor. “No,” he said, the slow flavor of comprehension shading his voice. “You were baiting me. Attempting to provoke jealousy.”

He had done no such thing on purpose, but as far as he was concerned, Spock had forfeited the right to know that. “Interesting choice of words, Mr. Spock.” Jim tapped his stylus against the PADD a little too hard. “You make it sound like I succeeded.”

Spock ignored the accusation. “I was under the impression we would carry on with our lives as if nothing had occurred,” he said. As if what had happened between them was a minor inconvenience to be swept under the rug.

“We were,” Jim said, voice just shy of patronizing. “You’re the one who barged in here because I lied about a date.”

“We were not. Your discontent has been… most evident to me.” Uncomfortable silence surrounded them, and Jim refused to end it first. His reluctance got him blindsided. “What must I do to preserve our friendship?”

Jim glanced up for the first time, and his twisted satisfaction faded at the sight of Spock pretending to be a statue. It was too good an impression – the effort put into it was obvious.
st:tos  kirk/spock  shore-leave  rejection 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
The Squire of Eros - by aldora89
/Captain./ A monotone, highly welcome voice sounded over the com. /We've just picked up a minor energy disturbance in your quarters. Is everything all right?/

"There's that old killjoy!" Trelane laughed in an unsettling manner.

"Mr. Spock, red alert," Jim barked, seizing his chance. "Beta five nine–"

"Now Captain, if you want to talk to a man, do be polite and meet him face-to-face."

There was another flash of light, the hiss of an energy discharge, and suddenly Spock was bending over the jello the exact same way he stood at his scanner. If Jim weren't so irritated, he would have laughed; seeing Spock react to such an abrupt and inexplicable change of scenery was priceless. Seeing him react to Trelane's presence came in a close second, as he schooled his face into such a stone cold expression that anyone who wasn't a nearly omnipotent being would have balked.

"I assume you didn't get a chance to call the alert," Jim murmured out of the corner of his mouth.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  holidays  firsttimes 
february 2018 by runpunkrun
Yours, Always - by Gimmemore (Old Married Spirk Challenge)
It had taken six months, but enough of Spock’s memories had resurfaced, enough of their relationship rebuilt and revealed, that they had re-bonded. But the ensuing four months, proved just how different things really were.

There were, of course, lots of small changes, but the biggest change was in their intimacy. It had become very Vulcan; rigid and ritualistic, with lots of intricately orchestrated finger and hand movements, and extended, deep melds. Not that Jim wasn’t willing to do all manner of other things - after all, they had incorporated Vulcan intimacies in their relationship long ago - but he couldn’t deny missing the more human components and physicality.

He wouldn’t press Spock, though. Couldn’t. Every day Spock learned more and eventually, Jim had to remain confident that they would get around to the other things. These months were mere pittance in the grand scheme of things.

With a forceful snap, Jim’s train of thought was broken. His body shuddered; an electric surge zinged along his nerves, and stole his breath in a soundless gasp. His brow wrinkled in confused concentration. It had come from the bond, a distinct buzz of anticipation rushing across, one he hadn’t felt in a while. Then, just as abruptly as it had arrived, it was gone; first dampened, then shuttered closed.
st:tos  kirk/spock  amnesia  reunion  crossdressing  firsttimes 
february 2018 by runpunkrun
Fulfilling the Needs of the One (Or the Both) - by plaidshirtjimkirk
He had seen the advertisements and displays many times over throughout his life, but had never questioned the necessity of purchasing anything for Jim. Jim, on the other hand, presented Spock with a small gift each year, and though he showed appreciation for the gesture, the Vulcan chalked it up to his bondmate just being human and sentimental. The thought of reciprocating the action never entered his mind, because the whole concept of Valentine's Day was entirely illogical.

But as he walked, Spock recalled the conversation between the two women he had overheard, and began to find himself questioning if the holiday really was as pointless as it seemed. From a corporate standpoint, it existed to generate a surge of consumer spending. However, from a cultural standpoint, it seemed to be more than just a reminder for people to appreciate one another.

Spock's hands were tucked into the oversized pockets of his coat as he looked up to see the academy with its numerous concrete stairs leading up to the entrance before him. The soft lights lining the walkways and coming from within the building appeared to glow almost magically against the darkening sky. He stopped in place, squinting his eyes slightly as he took in the view.

Did Jim feel unappreciated like that woman did because he never received anything from Spock? He never expressed any feelings of the sort, but was that because he was being tolerant of Vulcan culture which had no inclusion of the act of gifting?

Spock lowered his gaze again. Jim always went out of his way to prove that his bondmate was loved, even with knowing that Vulcan barriers would never fully allow Spock to acknowledge or reciprocate it in the same way outside of their bond. The woman from the store left the man she was with because her efforts to please him weren't returned to her satisfaction.

For the first time ever, Spock began to wonder if their relationship was one-sided from a human point of view, and if Jim was actually satisfied.
st:tos  kirk/spock  holidays 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
Heat - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“Do you remember the first time we got stuck in a cave together?” Jim asked, resting his weight against the body behind him. His voice echoed strangely against the walls, low and narrow and pressed in around them, and he had to shift to brush sharp nuggets of gravel from under his ass. They had lost the sound of the storm the farther they traipsed into the mountain, and now it was eerily silent but for the sound of their settling.

This deep into the cavern, the only light was the gently glowing stone they had heated with their phasers, a red ember shine a few feet away that cast tall, thin shadows along the wall.

“My memory is flawless, Jim,” Spock reminded him, his voice a rumble in his chest, breath against Jim’s ear. Jim smiled.

Spock tucked his arms under Jim’s, wrapped them around Jim’s chest as they got comfortable, or as comfortable as they could. The emergency blanket would provide scant padding for Spock’s back against the rough cave wall, but it draped warm around them as Jim drew his knees up to his chest, as Spock’s thighs bracketed his own. He felt cocooned, warm, safe. Spock always made him feel safe -- his strong arms and warm touch and that steady heartbeat Jim could feel low in his back. He hoped he made Spock feel safe, too.

“Come on, I’m reminiscing here. You remember what a fuss you put up about cuddling for warmth back then?”
st:tos  kirk/spock  stranded  cold  firsttimes 
november 2017 by runpunkrun
Spice - by eimeo
But the thing is, the fact that he’s engaged at all in a battle of wills over a proposed emotional withdrawal means that the hand-holding incident has left an impression on Spock as well, because this is what always happens. Everything will be fine, warmth flowing easily between them, half-smiles traded across the bridge, finishing each other’s thoughts, and then suddenly something will happen, something more, and Kirk will wonder if maybe, possibly, conceivably there’s something else there. And Spock will disappear - into a shell of taciturn Vulcan correctness, into duty and regulation or, occasionally, physically into another part of the ship. If there was some way to be sure, some guarantee that it’s not all in Kirk’s unrequited mind, then he’d corner his friend and demand an answer. But nothing that’s happened to date is tangible enough to pin down and say, this. This is what I mean. Nothing has happened that can’t be spun into something perfectly innocent, and he won’t risk the friendship or his pride on smoke and mirrors.
st:tos  kirk/spock  friends-to-lovers  vulcan  kissing  rejection  pining  earthside  kolinahr  reunion 
october 2017 by runpunkrun
No One Else - by ThereBeWhalesHere
A minute passed before the answer, but when the door flew open Kirk looked flustered. He was still shirtless, though he had at least pulled on his slacks, which remained halfway unzipped and hanging low on his hips. There was a clear bruise rising along one of his hipbones, a thumbprint, it looked like, and a line of red marks on his throat that still bore the impression of teeth. Spock realized then that it had been mere minutes since Kirk had climaxed, mere moments since he had parted ways with the night’s lover, that he might be sore and slick and still reeling from his orgasm, and somehow the thought sent lightning strikes of arousal through Spock’s body.

“Yes?” Kirk asked, frustration clear in the lines of his face, “what is it, Mister Spock?”

It was too late for Spock to second-guess himself, so he didn’t. He crowded Kirk and forced him to stumble backwards, surprise dawning on his face as the door closed behind them.

“What are you doing here, Spock?” Kirk asked harder, regaining his footing, squaring his shoulders and refusing to back down as Spock moved effortlessly into his personal space, breathing in the scent of sex that clung to Kirk’s gleaming skin.

“That man,” Spock said, noting that his own voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. “The waiter from the bar.”

“What about him?” There was a challenge in Kirk’s voice, and his frustration with Spock’s intrusion was clear.

“You have engaged in intercourse with him.”

Kirk’s anger bled away for the briefest of moments, replaced with confusion that Spock could read in his expression just as he could feel it over their link-- a link which he now allowed to flow into him the way he always wished it would.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Spock,” Kirk said stiffly.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  shore-leave  jealousy  bonded  mind-meld  D/s  bottoming 
september 2017 by runpunkrun
Fire and Ice - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“Leonard, thank God,” Komack said, standing. “Jim’s moving to Canada.”

Bones turned his eyes on Jim, who rolled his own. “I’m not mov--”

“Canada?” Bones dropped his bag with a thump. “Jim, you’re on the American Olympic team--”

“As an alternate--”

“Where’s your patriotism ? Is this because of the election? Because we’ve talked about--”

“Bones,” Jim said, trying to draw on his endless reserves of patience. “I’m just going up there for a month to train with a friend. I’ll be back in no time.”

Bones and Komack exchanged a look, then Bones sized up Jim’s guilty smile. “You’ve already bought your plane ticket, haven’t you?”
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  civilians  sports  canada 
september 2017 by runpunkrun
In My Own Skin - by vgersix
The body lay still on the operating table, one arm hanging freely over the edge. Spock stooped to grasp the still warm hand, placing it safely back in its proper place.

Safe. Inwardly, he scoffed at the idea. As if the already cooling hand was somehow protected from harm, so long as it lay alongside the torso where it belonged. In a way, he thought, better to leave it hanging free – at least it was honest. At least it was genuine. Placing the hand firmly on the bed somehow seemed disingenuous. It gave the appearance that the man before him was only sleeping, peaceful in repose, and that was a lie. Better to let the limb swing loose so there was no mistaking the reality. The body of Jim Kirk was not sleeping – it was dead.

“Spock?” A soft feminine voice, one to which he was still growing accustomed, called from the doorway. There was a slight tremble in her throat, Spock thought, but she was trying. He was trying.

If Spock was somewhat overwhelmed by the recent course of events, he could not imagine what his captain must be going through at this moment. For while his mind, his spirit, was perfectly intact, his body was stone cold dead on the slab, and there would be no miraculous successes of medical science this time. There was no bringing it back.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bodyswap  transgender 
september 2017 by runpunkrun
One on a Side, Two Together - by JackHawksmoor (T'hy'la Bang 2017)
The energy that was tearing them to pieces suddenly paused, easing off, but not entirely. It felt a little more like it had when it passed through Kirk. Almost like it knew Kirk was there.

Kikr looked down into Spock’s eyes and Spock looked up into his. The shared epiphany crackled between them. Could it be that simple?

Spock reached for him like Kirk was trying to pull Spock out of a well. His hands pressed against Kirk’s face and they were more than together, they were one person. There was an immediate rightness about that oneness that neither of him had time to examine.

An unpleasant humming noise rose around them and the energy brightened again. Then it swirled into the floor beneath him, soaking into the composite and vanishing.

The ship had registered that he was a telepath but that the rest of him wasn’t, and had backed off. Kirk looked down at himself in triumph.

It would be temporary, though. He couldn’t hold a mind-meld forever.

I have to stay together, somehow, Kirk thought, staring down at Spock, into his own eyes. He had to protect himself.

There was a part of him that knew how to do that, but was reluctant for foolish reasons. That part of him was much better at navigating through his thoughts. However, (to his delight) he immediately discovered that the rest of him was louder.

He felt a touch to a far off corner of his mind, soft and careful as a curious kitten. Something unfolded in response, shining white and beautiful.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  captive  ai  telepathy  bonded 
september 2017 by runpunkrun
Freely Given - by Jenna Hilary Sinclair (JennaHilary)
"Doctor," Spock said wearily, "must I remind you of the Vulcan philosophy of reshana? The control of our passions has—"

"Has nothing to do with what I'm talking about here. Telling an emotional being that he's appreciated is logical. It enhances his well-being. Why, if you were to let Jim know that you appreciate him, I bet his reading on the Daniels-Poe scale would hit the roof. That's the point of this time of year, Spock, you do things for other people, not for yourself."

Gathering his composure, Spock looked carefully at his captain across the table; Kirk endured his scrutiny with a half-embarrassed, half-amused air. Spock took in his slightly pale face, thinner than usual because of the stresses they'd all endured recently. However, Kirk did look especially pleasing in the wrap-around command tunic that he'd recently taken to wearing. It was very seldom that Spock indulged himself by observing his captain in such a personal way, and he was careful not to allow his satisfying perusal to go on for too long.

After a few seconds, Spock turned to the doctor. "I have not observed, nor do I observe now, any deficiency in the captain's emotional status."

"Ah, give me a break, Spock, you wouldn't even know if his heart was brok—"

"Captain, do you require a sign of my regard for you?"

For some unknown reason that Spock could not immediately fathom, Kirk ducked his head to regard the table, almost as if he were mastering mirth or some other inappropriate emotion. When Kirk looked up within a few seconds to smile reassuringly, his face was slightly flushed.

"No, Spock, I don't," he said warmly.

McCoy was quick to interject. "What did you expect him to say? That he's tired of reminding you to call him 'Jim,' that he'd like it if you finally said 'yes' when he invites you on one of his shore leave expeditions, that he'd—"

"Bones!" Kirk's voice was sharp and instantly cut off the physician's flow of words. "That's enough."
st:tos  kirk/spock  mccoy  off-world  kissing  firsttimes 
august 2017 by runpunkrun
The Rover - by Greywolf the Wanderer
I didn't see him again for damn near six months.

He did let me buy him breakfast, after we took a shower. Too bad the showers at Rosie's aren't private; I wanted to jump his bones again in the worst way, but there were others in there with us and it would have been a bad scene.

After we ate I asked him if he'd come back to the rig with me, grab "one for the road." But he just smiled in that way that hardly moved his face, and said, "I think it is time for us to move on, Jim. You told me you must leave to go east very soon, not so? And I must be in San Francisco by ten AM tomorrow. That does not leave either of us much time."

"Damn," I said. "No, it doesn't." I wondered why he was going to 'Frisco, but held my tongue. Instead I reached for his hand, clasped it for a moment, and slipped a folded hundred credit note into it.

Yeah, I know – most places you can buy a killer blow job for maybe ten, at the most. Thirty more will buy you damn near anything you can think of. But I make good money compared to most drivers; I own my own rig free and clear. And he'd given me the best damn night I'd had in years – maybe the best ever. So what the hell.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  civilians  sex-work  h/c 
august 2017 by runpunkrun
The Best Christmas Present - by arkietrekker
Spock watched in silence as Kirk moved quietly around the room, gathering up items to put in his travel bag. Realizing that Spock was again watching him, Kirk paused as he reached the bed with his current load, turned to the Vulcan and again asked what he had already asked twice before. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me, Spock? There's still time for you to get packed if you want to change your mind."

"As I have already endeavored to explain to you, Mr. Kirk, Vulcans do not recognize emotion-laden Terran holidays such as Christmas," Spock reiterated patiently. "Besides…I do know enough of such 'celebrations' to be aware that they are meant as family events."

Kirk took a few steps toward him as Spock carefully returned his eyes to his viewer. "And I told you, Spock—you'd be welcome. I've mentioned you to Mom. She wants to meet you," he tried to assure Spock. "Besides...I'd miss you.”

The unspoken truth that Spock was as aware of as Kirk was that Kirk was afraid to leave his half-Vulcan room-mate alone for three weeks. The Academy's Commanding Officer had assigned Spock to his room for psychological reasons, in the hope that the more open and extroverted Kirk would draw out the shy, reserved Vulcan and help Spock with his social skills, which were still poor, by Starfleet/Human standards; Kirk's efforts were continually hampered by Spock being the only Vulcan at Starfleet Academy, and all the difficulties that that entailed.
st:tos  kirk&spock  starfleet.edu  roommates  xmas 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Change in Command - by scifishipper
The Captain strode ahead of Spock, his confident swagger showing a man who did not fear attacks from behind, particularly those of his First Officer. Spock had rarely seen such confidence before.

Once inside the turbolift, Kirk faced Spock, his eyes glittering green and gold.

“You might be Vulcan, but I believe I have surprised you,” Kirk said, smirking.

“Indeed, Captain.” Spock’s tone was deferential, as was his lowered eye contact. If this was a test, Spock meant to pass.

“I am full of surprises, Commander,” Kirk said, drawing his voice down to a heavy whisper. He moved then, stealthily, to face Spock and stood only inches away. “I have been told that you do not desire command. How can this be true? What man doesn't want it?”

“I do not desire the captaincy. I am much more content with my scientific duties. And, I am frankly content to be a lesser target.”

“Ah, so then the rumors are true. Have you never assassinated a superior then?” Kirk seemed to laugh at him.

Spock stared at Kirk, voice strong as he spoke. “While my intellect and experience were more than sufficient for the role of Science Officer, three years ago I became impatient. I enacted a plan to remove both the Science and First Officers from the command chain. With those positions vacant, it was only logical to step in to assist former Captain L’Egu by assuming both roles.”

Kirk grinned. “Good to know, Commander. I’ll make sure you are rewarded generously for your continued…patience.” Along with his words, Kirk pressed his palm against Spock’s genital region. The Captain’s breath was hot against his cheek and he felt the unexpected stirrings of arousal. It had been many years since he had been touched by a man in this way.

“At your peril, Captain,” Spock warned evenly. He held the Captain’s eyes and braced for violence.

“Ahh, Spock,” Kirk answered, his eyes gleaming with arousal and challenge as he stroked Spock through his uniform pants. “You will live or die at my command, and you will beg for my cock as I desire it. Your body and soul belong to me now.” Kirk gave Spock’s growing erection a sharp pinch. “Are we clear, Commander?”
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  mind-meld  bodies  bonded  drugged  telepathy 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
At a Distance - by Aelin/Linsky (At a Glance #2)
He told Spock the story of The Dinner Conversation that night on video chat. Spock listened attentively.

“Tell me if I have understood correctly,” he said when Jim had finished his recitation. “If I come to dinner and make a suitable impression on your mother, then you may be permitted to come visit me here?”

“More or less,” Jim said.

The corners of Spock’s eyes crinkled into his version of a smile. “In that case,” he said, “I believe I can find an opening in my schedule tomorrow evening.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  starfleet.edu  jealousy  panic 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
At a Glance - by Linsky (At a Glance #1)
He took a bite of the salad that a waiter had just slid in front of him. His mother hadn’t had to argue too hard to get him to come with her to this annual Starfleet conference when she’d been offered a pair of free tickets. It was really much better suited to college Xenoculture professors like her than fifteen-year-old high school students, but Jim was an easy mark for anything Starfleet-related.

His mother was still talking to the person on her other side. Jim took another bite of salad and let his eyes wander the room. Most of the conference attendees at the opening banquet were human, but across the room he caught sight of a blue-skinned Andorian, and nearer at hand was a whole table full of Vulcans. Scientists or diplomats, Jim guessed, since as far as he knew, no Vulcan had ever joined the military.

One of the Vulcans was plainly younger than the others at the table. Jim had only ever seen Vulcan adults in person, and he wondered what this one was doing on Earth. The boy’s head was bent over his salad, so Jim could only see the edge of his features, but he guessed that he was maybe his own age or a little older. He was dressed in the same all-black outfit as the rest of the Vulcans, and what Jim could see of his features looked pleasant enough.

The Vulcan boy looked up, and their eyes met.

Instantly a stillness dropped over the room. It was as if everything around him had been paused, and nothing existed but that other pair of eyes. They were warm and brown, and they wore a look of surprise and openness that pierced him through. They seemed almost to be saying something, speaking words that Jim could not quite understand, no matter how much he wanted to. And he did want to—he wanted to hear the words those eyes were speaking more than he’d wanted anything else in his life.

His heart was beating faster than normal. Those eyes were making it hard to move, or breathe, or think. He thought maybe he was being rude, that maybe he should look away, but he could not. He was held in those eyes, in that look of surprise and seriousness and the promise of something more...
st:tos  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  kissing  grief  correspondence  reunion  firsttimes  <3 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Unexpected - by Linsky [5/?]
Jim looked through the long ferns that bent over his face, up at the high ceiling where tiny lights cast a faint glow down over the botanical garden. Like stars, he thought. Almost like stars.

He was fully conscious of the ridiculousness of his current position. Well—maybe not fully conscious. Full consciousness would have required the consumption of a few fewer glasses of brandy than he’d had at the ship’s midsummer celebration that evening. But he knew it was ridiculous, a grown man and starship captain lying in the ferns feeling sorry for himself.

It had really been a fine party. He should have enjoyed it more than he did. That lack of enjoyment was directly connected to his current position. It was the same feeling of something under his skin, restlessness mixed with an obscure sort of self-pity, that had haunted him throughout the party and had led him to come to the botanical garden instead of going back to his cabin.

No, Jim, he thought, dragging a hand across his forehead, if you’re going to indulge in self-pity, at least do it honestly. It wasn’t going back to his cabin that he’d dreaded. It was going back to his cabin alone.
st:tos  spock/other  kirk/spock  publicsex  voyeurism/exhibitionism  denial  masturbation  toys  firsttimes  jealousy  shore-leave  sex-work  bottoming  off-world  drugged  wip 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
From the Beginning - by Linsky
“Spock!” Jim said. He was brandishing a piece of paper. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Spock asked.

“This.” Kirk thrust the piece of paper into his hands.

It was the list of assignments for graduating seniors. Spock himself had been posted to Alphalon Science Laboratories, the top Starfleet research facility in the Federation. He had been pleased to receive the news. “I did not think it would be of concern to you.”

“It wouldn’t be of concern to me? What, you’re going halfway across the galaxy, and you thought I wouldn’t care?”

“It is not halfway across the galaxy, Jim. It is only—”

“I don’t care how far it actually is,” Kirk cut in. “The point is, why didn’t you tell me?”

There was anger in Jim’s face and in his voice. Spock was at a loss to understand it. “I did not occur to me that you would wish to know.”

“It’s the kind of thing friends tell each other,” Kirk said. “I would have liked to know you were leaving.”

“Did you not already know that I would leave at the end of the year?”
st:tos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  friends-to-lovers  rejection  reunion  pining  h/c  off-world  vacation  firsttimes  <3 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Ad Astra Per Aspera - by lah_mrh
"So, here's what we're going to do." He picks up a PADD and begins tapping at it with the stylus. "I'm sending you a list of Academy groups and clubs. You are going to join at least one of them, and get back to me by the end of this week. Is that acceptable?"

Spock frowns, but knows better than to argue. "Yes, sir," he replies quietly.

Pike glances up from his PADD and nods. "All right then. If there isn't anything else, you're dismissed."

Spock nods and leaves swiftly, his mind running over Pike's words. There is a certain logic to the suggestion, but something inside him rejects the idea. He likes spending time alone, and his previous attempts to socialise with his human classmates have been dismal failures. Still, he has made a promise and does not intend to break it.

Once back in his room he pulls out his PADD and begins to look through the list of clubs, searching for the least objectionable option.

The Non-human Students Club immediately catches his eye, but as the purpose of this exercise is for him to interact with humans, such a club would be somewhat counterproductive. He mentally crosses it off his list and continues searching.

After going through the whole list, he decides on the Chess Club. He has some familiarity with the game through playing it with his mother, and such a club seems unlikely to attract the kind of loud and boisterous humans he most wishes to avoid.
st:tos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  iowa  xmas  meet-the-family  friends-to-lovers 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Move on in and Make [Room for] Love - by TheLadysBlush (BlushingNewb)
“Spock!”

Silence, blessed silence.

“Yes, what is it?” Spock asked. He turned his head to the left and plucked carefully at another string.

~plnnq~

“I-- what’s wrong with your lute?” Jim pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off a headache.

“I do not perceive any problems with it. The strings have just been replaced and it is fully functional.” Spock lifted a hand to the string he had previously stroked.

“Whoa, hang on!” Jim exclaimed, raising both hands in the air. “I’ve never heard it sound quite like that!”

“Oh,” Spock said, “as with many Terran instruments, the strings require some ‘breaking in.’”

~brinqkl~

“Uh-huh.” Jim repressed another shudder as a delicate ~twanglyc~ sprang forth from the lute. “And how long does that take?”

“It takes around 12 standard hours for the new strings to produce the resonance that is characteristically associated with this instrument.”

“I see,” Jim replied, staring into space.
st:tos  st:aos  kirk/spock  domestic  music  books 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Family Matters - by Elise Madrid
Spock surveyed the space between the 'car and the beginning of the walkway. The water was already beginning to puddle, and what had been a sheltered area of dirt was now a muddy expanse. "I think not." He peered out the window, trying to make out any movement from the house.

"I know they're here. Sam wasn't going to go in today." She laughed. "He thought he and Jim might get in some hiking...oh, my god!"

Coming through the rain at a dead run, two totally soaked figures raced past the aircar, ignoring it and the passengers inside.

"Is that your husband and brother-in-law?" The two drenched men stood on the porch, throwing off their soaking clothes while laughter hindered their progress. When the smaller of the two began to remove his underwear, Aurelan laid on the horn.

Spock pressed his lips together in an attempt to keep from smiling. Even through the rain, the sheer masculine beauty of the younger man shouted out to him. His body was compact and muscular but gracefully proportioned, the wide shoulders narrowing down to slim hips. Dark gold hair lay plastered against his brow as a slow creep of color suffused his face.

Aurelan laughed and opened the window an inch. "Can one of you go get us an umbrella? And while you're at it, Jim, you might get decent. We've got company."

For Spock, it seemed the day got grayer as the younger Kirk grimaced and entered the house. The man Spock assumed was Sam Kirk walked out into the rain, wearing only a pair of khakis and his dignity.

"Who you've got in there, hon?" He leaned over and his eyes traveled past his wife to the stranger in the passenger seat. A look of surprise crossed his face as he saw the Vulcan sitting there.

"Sam, this is Lieutenant Spock. He was at the center for treatment and came to my rescue when I couldn't get the 'car opened."
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  sam  bonded  rejection  ep-related 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Five Times Jim and Spock Melded In Front Of Others - by Bam4Me
Leonard waited until he was sure Spock was distracted with nuzzling into Jim’s soft hair with his cheek, and waved the tricorder over the beat up looking man.

“Yup, he’s completely feral. If what caused it is what I think caused it though, this should wear off in a week. Maybe. I’ve never seen this situation before, you might be stuck with a vulcan attached to you for the rest of your life, I don’t know.”

“Bones!”

“Alright alright, I’m pretty sure that with minimal hypos and in the worst case scenario, going to Vulcan to see a mind adept, he’ll be fine.”

Jim sighed, turning minimally so he could see Uhura, who looked more interested than angry. Jim raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged. “I want to say I’m numb to this situation, but I’m actually pretty amused. And glad, because he looks like he’s putting a lot of weight on you, and I can hold him up, but will I? Nah.” Okay, she might still be a little drunk from the club before Spock got arrested after his allergic reaction to a drink.

Jim was wondering when their relationship became so functionally dysfunctional, but he feels Spock prodding at his mind, and turned to Leonard. “Bones, let’s go back to the ship, Handsy is trying to cop a feel of my brain.”
st:aos  st:tos  kirk/spock  mind-meld  psi!kirk  bonded  h/c  snuggling  infirmary  marriage 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
To Be Wed - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“Sam?” Spock raised an eyebrow, and Jim nearly winced. He often forgot that to everyone else, Sam’s proper name was ‘George III’, but he kicked himself for having let himself slip now.

“Ah, it’s just a nickname,” Sam explained, giving Spock a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He took his drink from the table, pinky finger streaking the condensation as he raised it, feigning nonchalance. “Although, I suppose if we are to be married,” he continued, “you may as well refer to me as ‘Sam’ too.”

A silence settled over their small group, not due to Sam’s words, but due to his tone. He sounded so sad, so tired, so entirely less than regal, powerless in a way no crown prince should be, as though he had expended any energy he had.

Jim didn’t fail to notice Amanda’s crestfallen look, or Spock’s carefully controlled expression of surprise.

“And while we’re at it,” Jim spoke up, voice much louder than he meant it to be, and containing a kind of levity he hoped didn’t sound fabricated, “you might as well call me Jim. ‘Prince James’ sounds stuffy, doesn’t it?”

Spock turned his eyes back to Jim, seemingly digesting his words, though at least part of his attention was still on Sam, who sipped uncomfortably at his drink.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  royalty  marriage  sam  oblivious  pining 
may 2017 by runpunkrun
Request - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“As we have agreed not to discuss the incident,” Spock stated, pulling himself forcefully from the memory, “I do not wish to make you uncomfortable by recalling you of it. Suffice to say that it is difficult to concentrate when I hear…” he trailed off, unable to say it now that its context was obvious.

“‘Give it to me?’” Jim finished for him, and Spock clenched his hands, gaze shooting up to meet Jim’s. And they were dark again, those eyes, pupils wide and exposed. Before Spock could get over the immediate sting of arousal that shot through him, Jim stood and took a cautious step forward.

The look on Jim’s face was decidedly familiar, as was the deliberate set of his shoulders. This was how he had approached that day, too, crowding into Spock’s personal space before his hand had come-- as it did now-- to Spock’s arm.

But this wasn’t the same, was it? They weren’t under the effect of the pollen, nor had they been for months. They were not compromised or intoxicated, so why would Jim look at him like that, touch him like this, when he had made it clear that his actions had been spurred on by an outside catalyst?

Rational thought fled him as Jim edged closer, a tilt to his lips that seemed sly, almost playful. “So, Mister Spock,” Jim practically purred, and Spock had to swallow his immediate reaction to the tone. “What would you prefer I say when I want you to give something to me?”

Spock couldn’t suppress his shudder, but still his mind reeled in confusion, disbelief, overwhelming need. “I-- I believe ‘please’ would suffice.”

Smile widening, Jim shifted even closer, leaning up, head tilting. “Very well, Mister Spock,” he said softly, breath hot as it brushed Spock’s lips. “Please.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  flowers  aphrodisiacs  firsttimes 
may 2017 by runpunkrun
Pretext - by ThereBeWhalesHere
She turned to the woman, taking in her perfectly manicured hair, done up in an elaborate set of twists and swoops, her straight-set full lips, the way she held herself, stiff and formal. The cut of her dress was angled, standard Vulcan fashion, and she looked entirely out of place at a bar typically frequented by human Starfleet cadets.

“Excuse me?” Nyota asked, a little taken off-guard by the Vulcan’s presence here.

The woman’s brows ticked, as if in frustration. “You are the only person in this establishment sitting alone, and I-- I have falsely informed a potential suitor that I am otherwise involved. Will you assist me or no? He will be here in moments.”

Nyota raised an eyebrow. She’d had to play this game once or twice-- pretending to be someone’s girlfriend to get an insistent drunkard off their backs-- but never for a stranger. And certainly never for a Vulcan.

“I--” Something about the Vulcan’s countenance stopped her, and she relaxed her shoulders, offering a small smile. “I suppose I could help. Nyota,” she introduced herself, holding up the ta’al.

Seeming to wilt with barely contained relief, the Vulcan sank onto the stool beside her, taking her by the wrist and forcing her hand down. “T’Pring,” she said softly, barely audible over the bassline of the music. “I appreciate your assistance, but I request you begin acting as though we are intimately acquainted.”

Just as Nyota opened her mouth to speak, T’Pring’s hand still steady around her wrist, a presence hovered at her shoulder. She only caught T’pring’s non-expressive expression before she turned, noting the figure beside her.

Another Vulcan, it looked like. He was handsome enough, though plain, dark-haired and stern-eyed and standing as straight as though he were at a cadet review. His searching gaze was locked on T’Pring.
st:tos  uhura/t'pring  starfleet.edu  faking-it  kissing 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Sha Ka Ree - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“What’s the state of our half of the shuttle?”

“Inoperable at the moment. It required more work than I estimated.”

“Then let’s fix it. We need to contact the ships. Someone.”

“Mister Kirk,” Spock said, voice almost gentle. “I do not believe we will be able to reach the ships.”

Jim had a guess as to why, but he didn’t want to admit to it. The very concept of time travel was too ridiculous. Impossible. Though, everything about this mission so far had been impossible. The storm, the flora and fauna, the age of the shuttlecraft-- maybe they had to start reevaluating what ‘impossible’ meant.

“Okay.” Cautiously, Jim pulled his legs underneath him, testing his weight. There was a spike of pain, but it was bearable in comparison to the agony of before. Most of the pain came from his hip, in fact, where the makeshift bandage stuck to his wound. He stood slowly using the wall for balance. “Okay,” he said again, when he was sure he wouldn’t collapse just yet. “I think we should start by fixing the sensors.”

“The sensors will be unable to corroborate my working theory.”

“Which is..?”

“Undeveloped.”
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  pike  off-world  stranded  death  sleeping/together  rejection  pining  h/c  bonded  firsttimes  timetravel  infirmary  reunion 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Ardor - by ThereBeWhalesHere
They began to play chess together, to spar together, to sit in Kirk’s quarters under the pretense of work and take meals together. It was only occasionally, but enough that Spock grew used to the steady wave of longing affection that swept over him entirely unbidden at the sight and smell of his captain.

That was the hardest part-- because he barely knew Kirk as a person, and yet cared for him so deeply that even his strictest meditation practices couldn’t alleviate the emotion’s effects. It was frustrating, and yet Spock didn’t know how he’d gone his whole life without knowing the feeling of Jim’s warm smile or the way Jim could set fire to Spock’s blood with his presence alone. To balance out the intensity of these immediate desires, Spock tried to get to know Jim for who he was. He asked about his life, listened raptly to his stories, committed his likes and dislikes to memory.

But with familiarity also came doubt. Jim spoke fondly of past loves, shined that same smile that Spock treasured onto every attractive female they encountered, and even kissed some of them in empty corridors or on the sands of alien planets. Spock pretended not to know, but he could always tell when Jim had satisfied his desires-- at any level-- with someone who was not him.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  soulmates 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
aetin: Celebrations (K/S Advent) [1/2]
“Are there any Vulcan holidays?” Jim asked Spock one bright and early Alpha shift. He was still slightly hung over at the time, despite Spock’s repeated warnings to cease drinking the night before. New Years was for celebration and alcohol, and Jim wasn’t going to waste a perfectly good excuse to get drunk without looking like a fool. It wasn't like he had the night to spend with someone special, so instead it was with a glass of alcohol.

“None similar to the one celebrated last night,” the Vulcan sounded disdainful.

Of course, the reaction was not the disinterest he might have hoped for. On the contrary, Jim looked extremely interested and leant forward, placing his forearms along his knees and bracing himself. He sounded excited, “So there are holidays? What kind?”

“There are only two that are still practiced. Tal-Shanar and Kal Rekk.” At Jim’s inviting expression and waving hand gesture, he went on to explain, “They are both very solitary occasions. Tal-Shanar is a spiritual practice which off-worlders are not permitted to see. Kal Rekk is a day of solitude, silence and atonement.”

“Oh,” said Jim glumly after a pause of contemplation, “They sound depressing.”

“I fail to see how, given that all Vulcan practices are devoid of emotion, including negative feelings such as depression.”

“But there’s no actual celebrating going on,” Jim tapped his index finger to his chin, “Do you ever celebrate other planets’ holidays?”

“I have never been so inclined,” said Spock, looking very much like he’d like to get back to work, rather than standing in the middle of the bridge, discussing which crazy holidays he’d ever been involved with. People seemed to be ignoring them, but they were listening to their conversation. Spock could tell.

Unfortunately, Jim was about to make it worse, “I’m sure I could get you inclined if I wanted to,” he said in his typical manner and he accompanied it with a wink. Spock inwardly cringed at the outwardly lewd comment, but made no indication of it in his face. “You know what the best solution is? It’s a brand new year. We already have tonnes of parties and holidays planned! You’re hereby ordered to attend every single one of the major secular ones. Then we can find out which you like best and celebrate it every year.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  holidays  xmas 
december 2016 by runpunkrun
Bitter Dregs - by kinklock
“Do you always change… to meditate?” Jim asked, motioning to his robe. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear that.”

Spock had almost forgotten his state of dress. “Often, yes. You have not seen it because I have never broken regulation by wearing non-uniform clothing outside of personal quarters.”

“Quite right. That was foolish of me to comment on, Mr. Spock.” Jim lowered his head in an imitation of shame. When he looked back up again, his eyes were crinkled at the corners. “We both know you’d never break regulation, under any circumstances.”

The many times that he had, usually in service of Jim, passed between them unsaid.

“Indeed,” Spock repeated with another quirk of his brow, and Jim’s face split into a wide grin.

After such a warm welcome, Spock approached the lip of the sink. The drawer holding his cleaning supplies slid out towards him, and Jim slipped the toothbrush back between his lips. Its vibrations began anew, and Jim continued his vigorous scrubbing motions, which were not necessary given the brush’s capabilities, nor did they appear to be dental practitioner recommended.

Spock began his own, far less violent, teeth cleaning, which involved holding the implement in the correct areas at the correct angle for the correct durations of time. In the mirror above the sink, Jim’s eyes followed his motions, mouth crooked up at the corners. Though Jim often looked at him this way, it was usually provoked by him providing an estimate that Jim found amusingly too exact.

As he was not used to being so scrutinized, Spock dropped his gaze from the mirror and to the left, away from Jim. A mistake, as when he reached out to steady himself against the edge of the sink, his hand made contact with Jim’s.

Their eyes met in the mirror. Spock withdrew his hand, but not before he had heard a single, fond word through the touch, as clear as if spoken aloud.

Cute.

Spock did not look back up into the mirror.

And, by his own diligence, he never again ran into Jim in their shared refresher room, though he suspected that at night, when he went to brush his teeth, Jim always left the door unlocked.
st:tos  kirk/spock  telepathy  flirting  mind-meld  firsttimes  off-world  ep-related 
november 2016 by runpunkrun
Don't Ever Look Back - by Magnetism_bind
At first Spock had no intention of explaining his study. A human would not understand the desire to maintain control over one’s mind and body, nor could hope to comprehend the necessity of such a thing for a Vulcan. But the way Kirk is looking at him causes him to change that decision.

“My mother was human.”

At first Kirk just looks confused, and then, slowly, understanding dawns. “So you’re trying to figure out more about us. Is that it?”

“That…sums it up somewhat.” Spock concedes. He’s relieved when Kirk simply starts walking again.

“So essentially, I’m a research project.” The corners of Kirk’s lips curve upward.

“Essentially, yes.” Now Spock gratified that Kirk’s grasped the principle of it at least.

Kirk just shakes his head. “You do realize that a lot of people would be offended by that?”

Spock blinks. “Why?”

“Because…people like to be wooed.” Kirk looks pleased at coming up with that.

“Explain.” Spock tilts his head. “Are you saying you would like to be wooed?” He doesn’t see the purpose for that when he’s already had intercourse with Kirk once.
st:tos  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  firsttimes  fuckbuddy  publicsex 
october 2016 by runpunkrun
ussvulcanbooty: pon farr fic, anyone?
He gently but firmly guides Spock off of him to lay on his back beside him on the bed. Spock watches him, his eyes burning with the intensity of his need. He holds his legs open, clearly hoping Jim will change his mind about not being able to get hard.

Spock actually growls when he sees Jim produce a dildo. “I want you! Not a substitute!”

Jim pauses. “I can rim you again. Want me to put it away?”

Spock considers it and then huffs and tilts his hips up, a clear invitation for Jim to proceed.
st:tos  kirk/spock  fuckordie  bottoming  toys 
october 2016 by runpunkrun
Refuge - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“The Romulans just came out of nowhere,” he said to Sam, proud in spite of himself that, yes, he did know more than his older brother. At least about one thing. “And the Federation stepped in but they’ve got all these weapons we’ve never seen. And something that makes it so we can’t see their ships, or see them . They’ve basically roasted half the planet by now.”

Winona hefted a sigh. “That’s essentially it,” she said. “The Vulcans are in a lot of trouble and there’s only so much the Federation can do.”

“None of the fleet is really built for military engagement,” George said. “We’ve got some phaser power, but not nearly what the Romulans have. Vulcan’s overpowered, and a lot of people are evacuating.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Sam asked, and Jim’s eyes widened. What did it have to do with them? Were the Romulans coming to Earth? They wouldn’t. The word was that their grudge was with Vulcans, though no one knew entirely why. Still, the thought terrified him.

“Well,” George said,”Your mother and I, along with quite a few other Starfleet officers, have offered to take the Vulcan refugees in.”

“All of them?!” Jim asked without thinking, imagining the farm overrun with their strange, stoic allies.

Winona chuckled, albeit a little nervously. “Just the one. He’s about your age, Jim. His parents are very important, and they’re going to be off doing very important things, so we’re going to take care of him while they’re gone.”
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  exodus/exile  meet-as-kids  school  h/c  drunk  rejection  starfleet.edu  kirk&mccoy  reunion  pining  vacation  kissing  <3 
september 2016 by runpunkrun
Surrender - by killabeez
Showered and dressed in record time, Spock entered his captain's quarters from the corridor, in full view of several passing crewmen.

Do they know? he caught himself wondering. Can they tell? Do they see that I am an entirely different person than I was yesterday, and all the days that went before? If they see us together, will they know what we are to one another, what we have done?

How can they not?

Kirk emerged from the walk-in closet, in uniform and stockinged feet, hair curling damply. He smiled, and Spock's heart made a clumsy, awkward leap, like a bird caged too long.

"Hi."

Spock took one step toward him, and stopped. Kirk was right. If he gave in to the impulse driving him now, if he kissed him, they would never leave this room.

He said the name, just needing to say it. "James."

Kirk closed his eyes, drawing breath in sharply. "Sweet heaven," he whispered at last, letting the breath out. "I love it when you call me that."
st:tos  kirk/spock  h/c  D/s  bondage  firsttimes 
september 2016 by runpunkrun
Where No Man's Come Before - by plaidshirtjimkirk
Spock may have spent hours with the upper hand today, but now he knows his place. He leans in for a kiss to convey apology, but a stiff tug on his tunic pulls him slightly to the side instead. Jim’s lips press directly against his ear.

“What the hell do you think this is, Mister?” Jim hisses as his breaths fall with heavy panting, his rod painfully hard within the confines of his clothing. “Some kind of game?”

Closing his eyes, Spock’s mouth opens and he rasps out in a whisper, “N—no, Sir.”

“Don’t you no, Sir me.” Jim’s voice sounds so sincerely angered that Spock might assume he actually is if he didn't know better. His hands unclasp from the blue tunic and travel down to take tight fistfuls of Spock’s trousers. Jim yanks hard on the material above where the clasps of the garter belt latch to his thigh highs. “On duty, Spock? Dressed like this? Really?”

“J—Jim,” Spock breathes, keeping himself as composed as he can. “There is no regulation against—”

“Against what? Provocative underwear?” The question is as ridiculous as it sounds. “Parading around in front of your captain like you’re on display? Intentionally attempting to distract him for hours?”

Spock feels the heat blaze over his cheeks like two matches struck right across them. Not only is all of Jim’s desire and attention is completely focused on him, he is being falsely accused of violating Starfleet protocol by secretly wearing undergarments.
st:tos  kirk/spock  crossdressing  roleplay  D/s  kink 
august 2016 by runpunkrun
The Pillow Thief - by vgersix (doubleplusawesome)
Another pillow was missing.

Spock tugged at the edge of the coverlet, smoothing the surface flat, and counted again. Yes, there was no mistaking it, he was down to three. At mission’s inception, he had begun with seven. Seven big fluffy pillows arranged over the head and along the adjacent wall of his otherwise rigid, regulation issue mattress, to which he had wasted no time in adding a few… reasonable comforts.

The best possible sleep was beneficial for increased proficiency ratings, after all, so it was only logical to improve the quality of one’s rest where one could. Hence the seven big fluffy pillows and silk sheets that made up the warm cocoon of his bed into which he nightly encapsulated himself at a prompt 2300 hours. He awoke every morning at 0700 sharp, properly rested and prepared to begin his day, thanks to the extra adornments and comforts and the seven big fluffy pillows.

Only it was no longer seven. The number of pillows had now dwindled to three. And three pillows were simply not as beneficial as seven. He wanted to know what had become of the missing four. Where could they have gone? They had been disappearing one by one over a period of nearly three weeks. The incident suggested either a security leak, or that someone within the crew was attempting to play a practical joke on him. As the likelihood of an outside entity infiltrating the Enterprise simply to make off with throw pillows belonging to the ship’s first officer seemed highly unlikely, Spock had yet to report the occurrence to anyone.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bed 
may 2016 by runpunkrun
Warm Thoughts - by lettered (post Amok Time)
Both Sulu’s and Uhura’s body temperatures were as healthy as Kirk’s, but Kirk was the only one whose ears had been covered solely by the hood of his suit. Opening up other health-inspection applications, Spock turned back to Kirk, who raised his brows.

“So you think the wind was talking after all?”

“You may have contracted an illness that enters the body through the ear.”

“That’s a new one.” Kirk seemed amused. “Can’t be bacterial or viral; we scanned for those.”

“A spiritual illness?” Uhura suggested.

“There are certain mythologies that include wind spirits,” Sulu replied, “but I’m afraid there isn’t much evidence if they don’t have at least some physical form.”

“Maybe the evidence is building up,” Kirk said, still smiling. “Does a wind spirit make you cold?”

Uhura frowned. “I think the ones I’ve read about suck out your soul.”

“Well, I don’t think we need to worry about—” A violent shiver prevented the captain from finishing his sentence.

Letting his tricorder drop once more to his hip, Spock swiftly made his way to Kirk’s side, gripping his elbow. “Jim—”

“I leave you alone for two minutes,” Doctor McCoy said, stepping through the doors, “and already you’re in trouble.” The doors closed behind him, and Kirk pulled away from Spock’s grasp.

“Just a cold, Bones,” Kirk said, having regained control of the shivering.

“We’ll see about that,” said Doctor McCoy.
st:tos  kirk/spock  cold  mind-meld  ep-related  h/c  denial  rejection 
march 2016 by runpunkrun
Our Bodies Safe to Shore - by glorious_spoon (T'hy'la Big Bang 2016)
He did not need to guess who would be on the other side of the door, and because he did not, the creature did not. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep his own thoughts distinct and private. Well, it said, it’s tone shedding anger like water for something far darker. Well. It may be that this was not a wasted day after all.

Aloud, in Spock’s voice, it said, “Enter.”

The door slid open to reveal Jim, in off-duty garb and carrying an unlabeled bottle that was certainly some form of intoxicant. He smiled up at Spock, lifted the bottle slightly. He’d showered and shaved, but he looked tired. “Spock. Care for a game of chess?”

“Certainly, Captain,” said the creature, and stood aside to let him pass. “It has been too long.”

“That it has.” Jim set the bottle down on the low table beside the chess set, surveyed it for a moment, then touched the empty spot where the king had stood. He did not remark on the uncharacteristic disarray of the rest of the room. “You’re missing your king.”

“It must have fallen during some turbulence,” the creature lied easily. “If you give me a moment, I can locate it.”

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Spock,” Jim said, twisting the cap off of the bottle. He balanced it in his hand for a moment, then set it down in the vacant spot. “That’ll work well enough as a placeholder, don’t you think? As long as we’re both aware of what it really is.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  captive  bonded  mind-meld 
february 2016 by runpunkrun
Waiting to Take Flight - by Raven_Knight (T'hy'la Big Bang 2016)
Spock tried to exercise patience and tolerance of Human emotionalism. “This is how Vulcans say hello,” he instructed. He raised his right hand and parted his fingers into a V-shape between the second and third fingers. “Live long and prosper.”

Jim-Jam studied him for a long time, but Spock stayed statuesque. Finally, the boy held up his right hand at Spock and tried to get his uncooperative fingers to mimic the V that Spock had maintained since parting his fingers. The result for Jim-Jam turned out to be a twitching wave. Frustrated, the boy used his left hand to hold his fingers apart like Spock. But when he lowered his left hand, his right hand fell back into the awkward struggle of trying to keep his fingers parted. Jim-Jam huffed at himself and lowered his hand in failure.

Spock still held his hand in the Vulcan ta’al. Jim-Jam, despite his lack of success with his fingers, grinned wickedly at him. This confused Spock. For what reason would he be smiling? Smiling for a Human typically meant happiness or pride. Failure to achieve an intended goal should not have resulted in a smile. He was brought out of his thoughts when Jim-Jam sprang into action. Faster than Spock knew was possible, Jim-Jam giggled and then enthusiastically smacked the palm of his hand hard against Spock’s hand waiting in the ta’al. Spock gasped at the obscene contact, while his mother’s mouth fell open in surprise.

The boy’s mother reacted most dramatically. “Jimmy!” she shrieked, plucking him from his seat and away from Spock. “I told you not to touch that Vulcan! You just don’t listen, do you?” She carried him away from Spock’s row of seats and walked them back to join the rest of their family. Jim-Jam gazed over his mother’s shoulder at Spock looking far too pleased with himself. Even though the boy’s mother had carried him away, Spock did not wish to accept that forced separation, despite the scandalous method in which Jim-Jam had touched him moments ago. He was human, and could not know how inappropriate his actions were in reality. Spock rearranged his position so that he sat with his legs folded backwards on the chair, unable to lean back without risk of falling off his perch, yet completely able to use the back of his chair as a prop on which he could lean his padd as he read his lessons and glanced at this fascinating Human boy with golden hair.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  earthside  tarsus-iv  vulcan  starfleet.edu  new-in-town  fuckordie  ep-related 
february 2016 by runpunkrun
thefourthvine: The Trouble with Tribbles
There is a truly scintillating discussion of a grain hybrid. Spock looks riveted. Kirk looks like he got into space precisely so he would never have to hear about grain again.

Apparently agriculture is not such a challenging field in the future, because the undersecretary of it is dumb enough that he impugns Spock's knowledge. (Seriously, if you were high up in the Federation, wouldn't you have met a Vulcan before? Or at least know something about Vulcans? Maybe they still have mail-order diplomas in the future.) Spock responds by providing just a few of the 350 minutes of information he has on tap about the grain, until the undersecretary mans up and swears he will never, ever ask for information from Spock again.

Kirk, still pissed off about the fighttease, doesn't want to supply the requested grain guards, but Spock gives him the Pointy Ears of Please Reconsider, Captain, for My Sake, so he tosses the undersecretary a bone.
st:tos  ep-related  meta  spacecritters 
december 2015 by runpunkrun
thefourthvine: Amok Time
On the bridge, there is ominous music, and Kirk has his hands on his hips. Someone's getting a spanking, apparently.

And then we're in the elevator. The controls appear to be a dustbuster, and apparently you have to hold them all the time to keep the thing moving, meaning that if you faint in there, you're going to die between floors. Good thinking, future designers!

Things are getting worse. Spock is now having memory problems. And speech problems. He asks for bondage, but Kirk sends him to sick bay. I find myself really liking Kirk for being so gentle with Spock and trying so damned hard.

Spock is disoriented by the grey corridors, as who would not be, but he manages to find sickbay, where McCoy examines him. Bad news: Spock is going to die if they don't go to Vulcan.
st:tos  ep-related  meta  fuckordie 
december 2015 by runpunkrun
thefourthvine: The City on the Edge of Forever; Or, the Past Is Another Country, and Things Are Less Colorful There
They arrive on a blue planet. I suspect that it's the same set as Vulcan, because it's very glittery.

And, hey! They've found a stargate! There's even a DHD thingy in front.

They go up to check out the stargate. "Unbelievable, Captain," Spock says. "That's funny," Kirk replies, which makes no sense at all. Kirk's speech modules are malfunctioning again. Spock was so sure he fixed him, too.

The stargate is the source of all the time displacement. We study it.
st:tos  ep-related  meta  timetravel 
december 2015 by runpunkrun
thefourthvine: Mirror, Mirror
So we learn our first lesson about good vs. evil: making women show their legs (and panties) to everyone = good, but making them also show their bellies = evil. Perhaps bellybuttons are the root of all evil? It makes sense when you think about it.

We then see the Real Baddies - Spock and the transporter room guy. Kirk is riveted with horror by Spock's repellant facial hair, and so are we. I mean, yes, there's some kind of vaguely fascist salute, but the real horror is RIGHT THERE, ATTACKING SPOCK'S MOUTH AND ALL BUT PUTTING HIM IN A T-SHIRT READING "MOUSTACHE RIDES 2 CREDITS."

The CAT is deeply horrified by their new attire.

Bones: What the fuck is with this sash?
Kirk: I really don't feel like I can communicate the proper air of authority if people can see my armpits.
Uhura: CRY MOAR. I don't see anyone else wearing a goddamn belly shirt.
st:tos  ep-related  meta  alternatetimelines  seeingdouble  mirrorverse 
december 2015 by runpunkrun
thefourthvine: The Naked Time: The World's Least Effective Drug PSA
Kirk, irritated and unaware that two of his crewmembers are trapped in a living nightmare, snaps, "Compensate!" And then he pokes the instrument board, apparently to turn off the red booper, for which we are all very grateful.

Sulu's boyfriend says he's a little nervous. Sulu gives him a frankly appreciative look, as though he is thinking, "Oh, I love virgins."

Meanwhile, Ensign Hazmat is dying. McCoy is puzzled, and asks Chapel if she's sure the respirator is functioning properly. No! NO, IT ISN'T. It isn't connected to anything! OH MY GOD JUST LOOK AT IT!

But McCoy doesn't and Ensign Hazmat dies.
st:tos  ep-related  meta 
december 2015 by runpunkrun
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