The Academy AU for [personal profile] sensors

Jan. 28th, 2025 04:36 pm
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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...

Date: 2025-02-28 02:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sensors
There resides in Spock a hungry ache which has never been sated. To be accepted as he is, to be loved without question. He did not anticipate it ever being sated but he is here now, watching, listening, feeling as Jim comes undone beneath him, as Jim loves him and only him.

The increased tightness when Jim reaches release, when his body tenses, drags a low, pleasured his through Spock's teeth and he chokes on another moan just after, overcome—he snaps his hips hard one more time, burying his face in Jim's neck and rasping out his name as he comes bottomed out inside him, fine muscles trembling even as he finally stills, both of them covered in sweat (though on Spock it is due to the constant contact with Jim's heated skin). He presses an apologetic kiss to a bite from before, letting the fingers of his clean hand stroke slowly up and down Jim's side to help him come down comfortably, to feel the care and adoration with which Spock is treating him.

He does not desire to pull back yet, so he does not. He does, however, lift his head again to kiss him on the mouth, slow and easy.

"I request that you inform me of your comfort levels and any changes to them."

Date: 2025-03-01 05:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sensors
Perhaps it is on some level humorous that while Spock is affected by the graze of teeth to his lip and the accompanying suction, he visibly, palpably shivers more from the kiss to his hand. His eyes dart to stare as he runs his thumb along the side of Jim's hand in return, but he is tired enough now that he does not attempt to rekindle anything further at the moment.

Instead he shifts them both into a more comfortable position, holding Jim close against his chest and rolling them onto their sides.

He blinks at the inquiry, pausing but not in a negative way. "Yes," he settles on, "I am aware you enjoy physical contact. I do also when it is with you. As such, it is prudent to ensure we share a sleeping space. We will do so once we have rested here for some time."

Now, after everything, he feels overwhelmed. He is happy though, he finds, which is most important.

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