SEQUEL: Until the Mountains Crumble to the Sea 1/2
anonymous
August 20 2010, 15:27:28 UTC
author's note: lol so I had no intention of going past that kiss, because I kinda like it when stories end at the end of a scene, but OP wanted a little more, so I tried eek out a little more. This probably still isn't enough, but I tried! :)
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The long walk back to the captain’s quarters was silent, and not very companionable. Leonard could feel the eyes of the crew on him, and swallowed down his general paranoia. This was beta shift, they rarely got to see Kirk or McCoy in person. It was simple curiosity, nothing more. They certainly had no idea that Jim had just had a little breakdown in the Observation Deck, or that they’d spent the last five minutes of said breakdown trading saliva like hormonal teenagers that just found out they were going to different schools in the fall.
Leonard’s step faltered; Jim had paused. Leonard backpedaled half a step. They were in front of his quarters. Jim was still sore. Raw, his mind helpfully provided. Whatever. His own quarters would do just as well. Leonard stepped through the locked door and waited for Jim to follow him in.
Jim did, and stood in the office area, as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. Leonard sighed a little and took his hand. “It’s just me, Jim.” He leaned forward to brush his cheek with a kiss.
Jim jerked away, first his face, then his hand.
Leonard stared for a moment, then went to his bed. He sat down heavily on the edge and began methodically stripping down. “You can either stand there and pout, leave, or join me. I made my move - the one I thought you wanted. Ball’s in your court now.”
The response was quiet, almost deadly so. “Fuck your pity fuck.”
Leonard barked a laugh, a short, humorless sound. “The day Jim Kirk is offered a pity fuck is the day everything is shot completely to hell in a handbasket with purple goddamn streamers.” He flopped back in bed, still wearing his black undershirt, and began shimmying pants over hips, down to still stockinged feet. “Jim, if you haven’t figured out by now that I don’t need to sleep with you to love you-”
“When the hell am I gonna be good enough?” Still quiet. Still deadly.
Leonard paused, mid pants leg. “…for what, Jim?”
Jim looked so small standing there. He was no longer Captain Kirk, Savior of the United Federation of Planets. He wasn’t Cadet Kirk, Thwarter of Computer Programmers and Sole Winner of the Kobiyashi Maru. He wasn’t even Mister Kirk, Barroom Brawler Extraordinaire. For all those experiences, the ones before, the ones between, the ones after, he was suddenly so young, frail and alone. In this room, at this moment, he was just Jim, and he was unhappy.
Leonard finished pulling off his pants, got to his feet and went to brush a tear from Jim’s face, but he jerked away again. Fine. “Either shit or get off the pot, Jim.”
For just a moment, the usual fire flared in Jim’s eyes. “I could say the same to you, Leonard.”
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The long walk back to the captain’s quarters was silent, and not very companionable. Leonard could feel the eyes of the crew on him, and swallowed down his general paranoia. This was beta shift, they rarely got to see Kirk or McCoy in person. It was simple curiosity, nothing more. They certainly had no idea that Jim had just had a little breakdown in the Observation Deck, or that they’d spent the last five minutes of said breakdown trading saliva like hormonal teenagers that just found out they were going to different schools in the fall.
Leonard’s step faltered; Jim had paused. Leonard backpedaled half a step. They were in front of his quarters. Jim was still sore. Raw, his mind helpfully provided. Whatever. His own quarters would do just as well. Leonard stepped through the locked door and waited for Jim to follow him in.
Jim did, and stood in the office area, as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. Leonard sighed a little and took his hand. “It’s just me, Jim.” He leaned forward to brush his cheek with a kiss.
Jim jerked away, first his face, then his hand.
Leonard stared for a moment, then went to his bed. He sat down heavily on the edge and began methodically stripping down. “You can either stand there and pout, leave, or join me. I made my move - the one I thought you wanted. Ball’s in your court now.”
The response was quiet, almost deadly so. “Fuck your pity fuck.”
Leonard barked a laugh, a short, humorless sound. “The day Jim Kirk is offered a pity fuck is the day everything is shot completely to hell in a handbasket with purple goddamn streamers.” He flopped back in bed, still wearing his black undershirt, and began shimmying pants over hips, down to still stockinged feet. “Jim, if you haven’t figured out by now that I don’t need to sleep with you to love you-”
“When the hell am I gonna be good enough?” Still quiet. Still deadly.
Leonard paused, mid pants leg. “…for what, Jim?”
Jim looked so small standing there. He was no longer Captain Kirk, Savior of the United Federation of Planets. He wasn’t Cadet Kirk, Thwarter of Computer Programmers and Sole Winner of the Kobiyashi Maru. He wasn’t even Mister Kirk, Barroom Brawler Extraordinaire. For all those experiences, the ones before, the ones between, the ones after, he was suddenly so young, frail and alone. In this room, at this moment, he was just Jim, and he was unhappy.
Leonard finished pulling off his pants, got to his feet and went to brush a tear from Jim’s face, but he jerked away again. Fine. “Either shit or get off the pot, Jim.”
For just a moment, the usual fire flared in Jim’s eyes. “I could say the same to you, Leonard.”
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