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The night Sam Kirk walks into the Kirk family farmhouse his little brother throws a fucking beer bottle at his face. He misses. If he'd hit, the next several years might not have happened.
Jim is twenty years old and his life is a fucking mess.
He's no longer in the goddamn hospital every other month, but still in mandatory therapy until he ages out of the system on his 21st birthday. His therapist has worked with him since. Well. Since he got mandated one by the University of Iowa's children's hospital when they brought him home and nursed him back from the brink of being starved to death. Sam isn't here about Tarsus though. He's here because he heard little Jimmy just got out of a stint in county for petty theft.
Why's a guy stealing bread in this day and age? Jim doesn't give him a satisfactory answer. He can't. There isn't one. He'd been better until he'd left his personal device at home for a weekend boke trip. Without his meal schedule Jim can't function. But see, his body doesn't tell him when he's hungry anymore either, so Jim hadn't noticed until it was day three and he started hurting. All sense left him. Next thing he knows he's sitting in a jail cell being watched while he eats the food they gave him because anyone can see Jim Kirk is still too thin. Jim hates it. That look of fucking pity.
He was home and on his fourth beer of the evening when his fucking older brother strides in like he hasn't been gone for the last damn near decade of Jim's life.
"Sober up. I want you to come into town with me tomorrow and take a test." Sam had said. Jim thinks he told his brother to fuck off. He thinks he tried, but he might have stormed off so the other didn't see him break down into tears. He dodges Sam for three days before they bond over noon breakfast talking about when their mom finally found out about and ditched Frank. Sam asks where Winona sent him then, since neither of them believes for a second she stayed Earthside to raise him herself.
Jim lies.
But the lie works. And so he lets Sam drive them into town chattering the whole time about Starfleet. He wants Jim to take an aptitude test. If he passes, well. Dear ol' big brother's gonna whisk him away to San Francisco so they can enlist together. Sam got in, you see. Second attempt, so maybe Jimmy won't be going with him Right away.
"Jim." Jim corrects him. He's toying with the idea of maybe letting Sam talk him into this, but he's not forgetting the last damn near decade so easily. Not forgiving it yet, either. He tells himself he'll take the stupid test to shut his brother up. And hell, maybe he'll even beat his 'big bro' and pass on a first try. He aces it, hangover and all. Sam seems real keen on congratulating himself for giving Jim pointers the last couple days and Jim doesn't argue much.
A change of scenery seems like a decent idea.
All he wants to take fits into a single duffel bag he tosses into the back of Sam's beater of a truck and they make for San Francisco...
Jim is twenty years old and his life is a fucking mess.
He's no longer in the goddamn hospital every other month, but still in mandatory therapy until he ages out of the system on his 21st birthday. His therapist has worked with him since. Well. Since he got mandated one by the University of Iowa's children's hospital when they brought him home and nursed him back from the brink of being starved to death. Sam isn't here about Tarsus though. He's here because he heard little Jimmy just got out of a stint in county for petty theft.
Why's a guy stealing bread in this day and age? Jim doesn't give him a satisfactory answer. He can't. There isn't one. He'd been better until he'd left his personal device at home for a weekend boke trip. Without his meal schedule Jim can't function. But see, his body doesn't tell him when he's hungry anymore either, so Jim hadn't noticed until it was day three and he started hurting. All sense left him. Next thing he knows he's sitting in a jail cell being watched while he eats the food they gave him because anyone can see Jim Kirk is still too thin. Jim hates it. That look of fucking pity.
He was home and on his fourth beer of the evening when his fucking older brother strides in like he hasn't been gone for the last damn near decade of Jim's life.
"Sober up. I want you to come into town with me tomorrow and take a test." Sam had said. Jim thinks he told his brother to fuck off. He thinks he tried, but he might have stormed off so the other didn't see him break down into tears. He dodges Sam for three days before they bond over noon breakfast talking about when their mom finally found out about and ditched Frank. Sam asks where Winona sent him then, since neither of them believes for a second she stayed Earthside to raise him herself.
Jim lies.
But the lie works. And so he lets Sam drive them into town chattering the whole time about Starfleet. He wants Jim to take an aptitude test. If he passes, well. Dear ol' big brother's gonna whisk him away to San Francisco so they can enlist together. Sam got in, you see. Second attempt, so maybe Jimmy won't be going with him Right away.
"Jim." Jim corrects him. He's toying with the idea of maybe letting Sam talk him into this, but he's not forgetting the last damn near decade so easily. Not forgiving it yet, either. He tells himself he'll take the stupid test to shut his brother up. And hell, maybe he'll even beat his 'big bro' and pass on a first try. He aces it, hangover and all. Sam seems real keen on congratulating himself for giving Jim pointers the last couple days and Jim doesn't argue much.
A change of scenery seems like a decent idea.
All he wants to take fits into a single duffel bag he tosses into the back of Sam's beater of a truck and they make for San Francisco...
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"Everything," he finally settles on, "which I am aware is an illogical, irrational demand. But I want all you can and wish to give me." A couple thrusts of his fingers, another curl with all three— "—I want to fuck you," he finally settles on, both because he does and he wants to see if Jim will have a reaction to Spock saying it that way again. "I desire to watch you become overwhelmed and overstimulated beneath me."
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"Saying...thinking...dhhhhhhhh--" God oh fuck every thrust of Spock's fingers is electric up Jim's spine. "Heard you either way and I wanna give you....shit. Shit! W-wanna give you everything. All of it." Jim gasps in between his babbling.
"Fuck yes absolutely ha-happy to have you. Anyway you want just Spock please--"
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After that is when he frees his hands and shifts, rolling them over again, briefly straddling Jim's hips with a pointed rock downward before he slides to rest between Jim's thighs instead, hooking one over his arm to drag him into a better position, movements a little rough but just from enthusiasm. He rocks his hips to grind his lok in the cleft of Jim's ass a few times with a low groan, but impatience wins out and he watches Jim's expressions, rapt, as he holds him steady to start to rock into him properly, inch by slick inch.
"Jim—" A little ragged maybe, certainly wanting.
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Only to pull them free.
"...??? Wh--" Jim won't get time to ask. His back hits the comforter with a soft whumpf!. Spock's there grinding down against his hips. Briefly. Too briefly. Then he's moving again. Pulling Jim down the bed an inch and making him groan long and low and sweet. "Spock--"
Cut off in a choked off moan as he's teased with a slick heat against his ass. Lining up. And then easing into him. Fireworks are going off somewhere behind Jim's eyes. His hands are scrambling for purchase. His right clenches with a death grip into their sheets. The left flails out, searching for Spock's hand because that's just how they do this.
Have done this.
How it feels best because his fingers thrum with this something more than skin deep...
"Oh fuck, gh--" Trying to relax. To breathe. To hold himself goddamn still for a second before he tries to rock Spock in deeper. "Yeah, yeah fuck yes--!"
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The tight heat around him is so, so much all at once, almost more than he can take without snapping. He manages this too though, rocking forward until he bottoms out, taking several grounding breaths as he looks down at Jim, eyes warm and expression fond.
Then, encouraged by Jim's frantic desire, Spock slowly draws back to the very tip, then snaps his hips forward to bury himself inside him fully again. The throaty moan it drags out of him is loud, and as soon as he has confirmation Jim is ready to continue, Spock starts up as steady as rhythm as he can right now, leaning over him to cover him with his body and murmur affections into his ear, painfully intimate in his emotionality.
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"That's it--" Spoken around a louder moan. Eager and wanting. Those first few breaths while they're connected so intimately seem to last an eternity to Jim. That feeling of anticipation building between then. And then Spock is holding Jim, inside of him, settled over him. All at once. That beautiful deep timbre moaning into Jim's ear without a care for the volume. Spock coaxes such sweet cries from Jim's throat. Every time Spock plunges into him, driving them both into the mattress Jim cries out.
Jim's never felt so loved. It's overwhelming. The cozy fireplace they'll go back to once they've dealt with the inferno between them. Spock's definitely working them up to that noise complaint bingo he's chasing after.