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smartass_captainThe 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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Date: 2025-03-30 01:43 am (UTC)Soft and easy are good too, he finds. Spock has never actually allowed himself to just exist. It remains unlikely he will seek it out on a daily basis, but a little mindless holding one another is, frankly, something he will desire to revisit.
Spock lifts his head when Jim jerks, his own tilting slightly to the side, questioning. But he does answer, at least. "I will enjoy analysing it."
Later, though. Because now Jim is kissing him and Spock shifts closer, nudging in so that he can kiss Jim again in return. It stays unhurried but definitely feels more pointed. Still sweet, sure. Just a little undercurrent of heat, though, like the action reminded Spock that he is in fact lounging in bed with his boyfriend.
Borderline activated. The activation danger zone, maybe.
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Date: 2025-03-30 09:17 pm (UTC)Once he lost interest in the movie Jim thought he might be bored, but watching Spock ended up taking all of Jim's concentration. Letting his mind drift about little things between them Jim wonders about. Kicking back and just taking the time to notice every point at which they're touching. How it feels. Now the movie's over and Jim finds he wouldn't mind just laying here like this for a bit longer still. Even with nothing to do. Because this is nice.
So long as Jim isn't left alone with his own ordinary thoughts, he's perfectly content to stay here. He can't help but to grin the way Spock inchworms himself further up the bed to return the kiss Jim gives him. His chuckle is muffled even, at least until Spock alters his angle just so and the slow kiss carries with it a promise that is taking Jim's attention immediately.
"Mmh. Hey. What'cha thinking about?"
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Date: 2025-03-31 09:33 am (UTC)As he speaks he tangles their legs even more and drags his fingertips slowly across Jim's palm to his wrist, pausing at his pulse point.
"You are remarkable," he adds, heavy with certainty. Then, after a beat, he sits up abruptly to shuck off his shirt and drop it on the bed. Just like that, no hesitation. "I desire skin to skin contact."
That ends up being the only explanation Jim will get as Spock also studiously wriggles out of his pants, also leaving those in a messy little pile with his shirt before cuddling up to Jim again.
"Better," he finally deems, hand pressed flat to Jim's chest with the fingers splayed just to be tactile.
Drunk Spock's start/stop train of thought is perfection. Bless
Date: 2025-04-01 01:37 am (UTC)Especially by Spock.
"I try to be." Remarkable, he means. For Spock, to prove the world wrong about what he's capable of. Jim's just about to compliment Spock back when the man sits up and with no neatness whatsoever discards his light sleep shirt. Jim's pulse jumps. Rare indeed is it for Spock not to neatly fold and set aside his clothing when stripping.
Even when they're getting busy.
"Yeah? Good. I uh. That's good. Me too." He's barely got his arms around Spock's shoulders when the other strips out of his pants too. It leaves them both in their underwear, curled up atop each other. Jim's trying desperately not to think about Spock just shucking out of his clothes all careless like. It's not working very well.
"Yeah. I. Yeah. You know I always want to see you naked."
drunk spock is truly a blessing
Date: 2025-04-01 02:49 am (UTC)Spock also likes handling Jim, to be fair; they make a good match in that way. When Jim's statement sinks in, Spock looks at him, head slightly tilted. "You do not have to try to be remarkable. You are so without effort. The effort you put in makes you more so, makes you extraordinary."
Speaking of sweet thoughts. Enjoy that while Spock does his whole stripping thing and gets settled back in. He's smiling as he looks down at Jim, soft but there, and it ticks up a little more at one corner after.
"Of that, I'm well aware." He presses a kiss to Jim's mouth again after that, one that's heavier and hungrier. His hand stays at Jim's chest while the other settles at his hip. When he draws back, he does it to murmur against Jim's lips. "I'm not naked, however. Yet."
He could be, though, is the implication there.
HE IS
Date: 2025-04-02 05:12 pm (UTC)Spock said it. He means it.
"Ohhhh you're really trying to butter me up aren't you?" Jim teases, but his voice has gone a bit breathless. This time Jim tips his head back and welcomes Spock into his mouth. Urging that hungry kiss into something heavy, wet and stoking in both of them. He raises both brows at the last, a smirk felt against SPock's lips where they linger on his.
"Mmm. Yeah me neither." Jim lifts his hips pointedly to rock them together. "If we fix that...You want me to ride you?"
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Date: 2025-04-03 05:38 am (UTC)Spock's teeth catch Jim's lower lip briefly on the retreat and he can't help but to touch his hips down to meet him halfway, exhaling slowly afterward. He becomes more tactile like this, apparently, fingers tracing along the line of his chest, along his abdomen.
At the question he hums his interest, rocking his hips down again pointedly. "As long as it's you I will be happy no matter the position," he admits. "If you desire that, so do I. If you want to fuck me instead, I want to feel you inside me. If you wish to try something new, I am here for you, wanting."
His hand falls to Jim's hip again and squeezes pointedly. "Your pleasure amplifies mine in kind. The more you feel, the better it is for me as well."
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Date: 2025-04-03 07:47 pm (UTC)He groans softly for that catch of teeth. Keeps rolling his hips in a slow little bit of frottage since Spock seems to be into this. Into the feel of working up and touching Jim everywhere. He obliges in arching his spine into Spock's touches as gracefully as he can manage. A louder moan when Spock grinds down again sharper.
"A-awww~ You're sweet." Jim almost said 'like this' but the truth is Spock's always sweet even if he's not usually this verbal. Jim pants out a breathless laugh. "That's my line. I just wanna....drive you wild. Even if I don't get off."
He plants an elbow on the bed to lift himself up a little.
"Swap with me? Why don't we just take it slow tonight. Have you touch me as much as you like while we work up together. I..." Jim swallows. "I wanna feel you come out for me while I'm on top of you like this~"
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Date: 2025-04-07 12:47 am (UTC)"I prefer it when we both do," he says, about 'getting off,' but that always becomes apparent through their sexual encounters anyway without him saying it.
He takes in Jim's suggestion and nods, unashamed and unrepentant in the face of Jim's slight embarrassment about his request. He finds it charming, is the thing. So he just gives Jim a slow, adoring kiss as he shifts, arms going around him as he rolls onto his back and tugs Jim with him until Spock is the one being 'pinned' to the bed.
"I am not opposed to 'taking it slow.'" And letting Jim feel it as his lok makes its presence known, he means: Spock has already reached a point of arousal where he has to take into consideration that he will likely get very wet very soon.
"Do you wish to feel it through our undergarments or directly?"
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Date: 2025-04-07 05:05 pm (UTC)Oh. W...wow." His tongue darts out to drag across his lower lip where he stares down at his slightly rumpled boyfriend, drunk and sweet and absolutely hotter than sin. At the question, Jim takes a look down at them both and then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear to start peeling them down. He'll have to carefully get up to shuck free of them, but only for a second or two.
"Might as well get rid of these, since we'll have to eventually anyway."
Jim balls his up and tosses them with a smug grin when he lands them in the laundry receptacle. Nailed it.
"Besides. I wanna feel all of you."
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Date: 2025-04-10 05:30 am (UTC)"Then you will," he says simply, sliding the offending fabric down his legs so that he can also toss it into the laundry hamper and then settle back to the mattress, smug as anything.
To say he would soon be getting wet was an understatement: there's already the telltale slick slide of skin on skin as Spock squeezes his thighs together, then settles back down properly.
"I believe you will feel it more fully like this," he instructs, shifting their positioning so that should Jim rock his hips, the underside of his cock will slide indulgently along the length of the slit of Spock's sheath. "You are able to watch this way as well." Another understatement. He rolls his own hips, testing, and a low sound rumbles out of his chest for the pleasure of the easy glide.
"My hypothesis seems correct," he breathes, then adds: "But perhaps you should test it more thoroughly."
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Date: 2025-04-10 12:15 pm (UTC)Beneath him, Spock's squeezing his thighs and Jim's wolfish grin comes back.
It lingers where Spock adjusts them, grows into something that promises trouble for the soft yet deep sound Spock makes for the first little rock that jolt of pleasure brings him.
"I dunno." Jim drawls, like his own pulse isn't frenetic with feverish excitement. "One data point does not a sample size make, Spock~" His hands settle at Spock's shoulders to steady himself as Jim joins in the motion. His teeth find purchase in his own lower lip. Damn this feels good. "I'm gonna keep....hhhhh..keep testing while we've got the window for it."
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Date: 2025-04-10 05:56 pm (UTC)With that out of the way he presses into the kiss eagerly, moaning low and wanting into jim's mouth. When they part Spock looks up at him, pupils blown, and he prepares to shoot a retort to the teasing but instead just shivers with a frankly embarrassing little sound when Jim starts to move his hips. "That is—what I mean," he manages after a moment even as his hips buck slightly, "m—much more testing is required before we are able to come to a satisfactory conclusion."
The next rocking movement slides along his slit like before, but with how it has begun to eagerly part just a little to allow for his lok to begin to emerge, the slick glide is that much more intense for how it grinds along that brand new space and he gasps, one hand clinging to Jim's nape as his back arches, any transference that he fails to keep locked down an absolute mess of affection and desire. "Jim—"
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Date: 2025-04-10 06:27 pm (UTC)"Hey..." Jim murmurs, but he's startled a little for how Spock clings to him already. The pulse of warm emotions and lust enough to make him gasp a little and throb against Spock's stomach. "Wow...holy shit. You really like that. Okay. Whooo boy. What I was gonna ask was. Did. You want to be prepping me or should I? For the main event."
Jim rocks them together again but this time it's Jim shuddering a little for that first little graze of stiffness he can feel only when Spock throbs and it peeks out enough to brush against him.
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Date: 2025-04-10 07:06 pm (UTC)Even after his moment of sharp desperation, after he takes a couple of breaths to calm back down, he's flushing more and more green with each passing moment. "I want—" He has to consider logistics a moment; it takes him longer than it usually might, but he does eventually come to a conclusion.
"If I am partially propped up against the pillows," he says, hiccuping a little sound between up and against when Jim's cock drags along the very tip of his lok, urging it out about an inch further, "we would be able to continue as we are and I would easily be able to reach to prepare you."
So he still wants to do it. That tracks.
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Date: 2025-04-10 07:27 pm (UTC)Add in the constant leaking of slick and Jim whines with need for the first time. He's taking one hand from Spock's shoulder to steal down between them and curl to scoop up a bit of the slick he can lift and bring to his lips to taste. No shame whatsoever in the low groan and shudder he gives to do so.
Finally though, the words filter in and Jim nods quickly.
"Let's do that. I. fuck I need you in me soon."
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Date: 2025-04-11 07:06 am (UTC)"Continue so that I am also ready once you are. Breathe—"
That last is murmured as that same hand slips around Jim's back and then lower, slippery fingers brushing over his entrance but not quite pressing them into him yet. "I desire you deeply," he admits, "tell me when you are ready, but don't push yourself too hard. I intend to overwhelm you once you sit on my lok, but I will be unable to do so if you are ill-prepared."
A beat, and he adds: "I find that I desire to incur another noise complaint."
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Date: 2025-04-11 03:58 pm (UTC)He's squirming, a whine building in the back of his throat to be teased like this but not breached yet.
"Yeah, yeah come on don't tease me--" Rocking his hips back more forcefully to bump against Spock's slick fingers. When Spock's other hand lets go of his to hold him still it's the Look he's given that quiets Jim so the other's words can be heard.
"Oh fuck. Yeah absolutely anything you want, babe. Fucking wreck me." His fingers dig into Spock's shoulder. Jim shudders bodily. The deep breath he sucks in then is to calm himself the fuck down for a second more than anything. He stutters out a half-laugh, half exhale at the last. "Gonna make sure the whole academy knows I'm yours, huh?"
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Date: 2025-04-12 02:16 pm (UTC)"I will," wreck Jim, he means, as he finally relents and starts to slowly press a finger into him, watching every expression he makes as though he cannot get enough. Thankfully he does not make Jim wait longer: he begins to move that finger, slowly but then faster, his voice thick when he speaks again.
"Yes." Simply. "I am yours also, and they should remember that." As he speaks, he gauges Jim's reactions before pressing another finger in along with the first, the thrusting movements eager but not too hard at this point. The tightness around his fingers is a lot, heavy on this tongue and thick like honey.
He tips his head up until he can kiss Jim, teeth just barely tugging at his lower lip before he murmurs there against his mouth. "I love you," he starts, "and I will cause you to scream my name before we are finished."
As he says this, he curves his fingers inside him so that the pads of them drag along his prostate as he draws them out, then presses them back in. With hands being what they are to Vulcans, he swallows hard from just the feel of Jim around his fingers, how Jim's so receptive to the stimuli of both them and the grind of their hips encouraging Spock more, more, more.
His lok has fully unsheathed by now, the slick drag of it along Jim's cock familiar and desperate.
"You are vital," he breathes out, fervent, and he does not even realize he has dropped out of Standard into Golic. The transference of their touch will give Jim all the meaning he needs, though.
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Date: 2025-04-14 01:22 am (UTC)"Y'know. For science. Because you seem....s-seem t'really like this.' As does Jim. So much so that even talking is becoming almost too much for him. It's shifting into encouraging sounds, mostly. Gliding when he rocks forward and slides along Spock's lok. Rocks back and urges the Vulcan's fingers deeper into him.
More, more, More.
Yes, Jim likes the sound of that. The. Feel? Unimportant how he heard just that he did and he is in accord, he's making hungry wanting sounds against Spock's throat he's mouthing along.
"L-love you too." He's shuddering too hard for that promise to mouth off more in the moment. Hell but he wants that. Wants the soft words spoken in Golic that wrap him up so gentle despite the promise Spock is making him. "W. we can cuddle or n-nnnnnnnnnnap the rest of your--fuck do that again-- intoxication off. After. P-promise...!"
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Date: 2025-04-16 03:43 pm (UTC)Because each rock of Jim's hips has Spock's tilting to match, to grind them together more insistently. He presses his fingers deeper to meet Jim on the way back, moves them faster, and slowly starts to spread them slightly to relax him further.
His head tilts with a soft sound, enjoying and welcoming Jim's mouth against his throat, breath catching once, twice. For a moment, he's too lost in 'doing that again' (and again, and again) to answer verbally, watching Jim with irises completely swallowed up by his pupils.
"That is acceptable," he finally breathes, "do you want another?" Finger, he means. "I do not wish to harm you in my inevitable enthusiasm."
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Date: 2025-04-17 05:26 pm (UTC)But an intoxicated Spock is an uninhibited Spock chasing down those singular stimuli that bring the best gratification. His hyperfocus on singling out only the most intense of Jim's pleasured reactions has the poor bastard falling to pieces in his lap.
"Yes, hhhhhh god yes. Need you. More." Jim stops the rocking of his hips even just so he can take a few deep breaths. Stares down at his Vulcan boyfriend intently. "You kept saying more. How. I. I want to."
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Date: 2025-04-17 10:28 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-04-20 10:49 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-04-22 03:35 am (UTC)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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