Fic: Family Christmas
Title: Family Christmas
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): sexual situations/innuendo
Summary: Prompt:(established relationship) Jim and Spock are spending Christmas with Sam and his family. Seeing Jim with his nephews makes Spock realize how much Jim wants children - and he does too.
For K/S Advent.
“Jim.”
“Hey, Aurelan,” Jim says, letting his sister-in-law pull him into a hug.
“You look good, Jimmy.”
Jim grins at her. “You too. This,” he says, turning to the side to gesture at Spock, “is Spock.”
Spock nods at Aurelan and gives her the Vulcan salute. “Hello,” he says.
“Hello,” Aurelan returns, copying the salute. “Now come in, you two, no use standing out in the snow.”
Although she herself is away for the holidays, Winona Kirk had granted her sons access to the family home in Iowa for Christmas. The crew of the Enterprise is off on shore leave and Jim had paid for his brother’s family’s vacation from Deneva to Earth. “Sam and I get along a lot better now that we don’t see each other every day,” Jim had said. “Besides this way I only have to think of actual gifts for the kids.”
“Where’s Sam?” Jim asks, stamping the snow off his boots.
“I got him to do some work in the kitchen,” Aurelan says, smirking.
“You’ve dated Sam for how long now? Are you trying to burn the house down?”
“Oi!” comes a voice from the kitchen. “Shut up or help, Jim!”
“Missed you too, Sam!” Jim calls back cheerily.
“Stop yelling, you’ll wake the baby!” Aurelan yells.
Spock raises an eyebrow when Jim turns back to him, beaming.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he teases.
“I was not.”
“I am quite adept at reading the real meaning behind your blank expressions, sweetheart,” Jim says.
Spock gives him a look that’s clearly a reprimand for the endearment.
Jim just grins at him and takes his wrists in his hand.
“Did you forget to invite us to the wedding?” Aurelan asks, smiling at them.
“Yep,” Jim says. “We’re already Vulcan married, sorry.”
“A Vulcan bond is not the same as a Human marriage,” Spock assures Aurelan, who laughs.
“You got bonded without us there?” she says, slapping Jim on the arm.
Jim pulls a face, which then transforms into a grin with the sounds of quick, small feet coming down the hallway.
“Mommy, mommy can I have a cookie?” whines a small boy, tugging on the hem of Aurelan’s skirt.
“Say hi to your Uncle Jim and Spock first,” Aurelan says, picking the boy up.
“Remember me, Peter?” Jim asks.
“You’re from the pict’rs and the vids!” Peter chirps.
Jim laughs. “Yep, that’s me.”
“Cap’n,” Peter says, pointing at Jim.
“Captain James T. Kirk, at your service,” Jim says, saluting. “And you know what? I’m going to get you that cookie.”
Peter claps his hands while Aurelan sticks her tongue out at Jim. “Sure, be the fun, cookie giving Uncle,” she says.
Jim disappears down the hallway and Peter turns his wide, blue eyes (the exact color as Jim’s) on Spock. “You have pointy ears,” he says.
Aurelan bounces him. “Don’t be rude, Pete.”
Spock shakes his head. “I do not mind. I am a Vulcan, little one.”
Peter studies Spock for a few long moments. “I like your ears,” he says, like the issue’s settled.”
“I like your ears too,” Spock says.
Peter giggles. “My ears are normal,” he says.
“So are mine, among Vulcans.”
Peter frowns, considering this. Then he shrugs. “Okay,” he says.
“You are wise,” Spock tells him.
Peter wrinkles his nose and Aurelan laughs. “From the mouths of babes,” she says.
Spock raises and eyebrow.
“Figure of speech,” Jim explains, coming back in the room and handing Peter a cookie.
“Illogical,” Spock can’t resist saying.
Jim rolls his eyes.
Then they’re interrupted by a yelp from the kitchen.
“Sam?”
“Aurelan!” Sam calls, obviously distressed.
Aurelan rolls her eyes, hands Peter to Jim and runs off.
“Should we go assist?” Spock asks. “It sounds like your brother may be in trouble.”
“Nah, just a cooking disaster,” Jim says.
Just then a loud, piercing cry echoes through the room.
“That’ll be the baby,” Jim says. “Don’t worry, Aurelan, I’ll get him!” he yells. He grabs Spock’s hand and pulls him upstairs.
The first thing Spock notices about the baby is that it is small. Logically he knows that infants are small, but it’s still slightly surprising to see the lung capacity of such a small being.
“Chris-y, shh!” Peter says, putting a finger to his lips.
Jim puts the toddler on the floor and picks up the baby.
“Hey, baby, hey. I’m your Uncle Jim,” he coos, bouncing the baby gently. “What’s wrong, huh? Christmas chaos wake you up?”
Spock watches, entranced. He’s seen Jim deal with foreign dignitaries (those with murderous inclinations and those without), species that no one has encountered before, and all manner of crew members (drunk, discontented, infatuated), but he’d never before seen Jim interact with children. He’d never given the matter much thought. It actually doesn’t seem surprising that Jim is good with children, he’s good with everyone. But for some reason it brings up an unnamable feeling in Spock.
Eventually the baby stops screaming and Jim takes his window of opportunity to stick his finger in Christopher’s mouth. Christopher goes wide-eyed and then starts sucking on it in earnest. But at least it’s quiet.
Jim looks over his shoulder at Spock and beams, proud of himself.
Spock tilts his head in acknowledgment of the praise Jim is seeking. “You are a natural with children,” he says.
Jim shrugs, but his smile remains. “I used to babysit a lot. Before I went crazy and rebellious.”
“Such a concept did not exist on Vulcan,” Spock says.
“I always liked doing it. I like kids.” Jim bounces the baby again. Next to Spock, Peter stomps his foot.
“Up,” he says, lifting his arms when Spock looks his way.
Spock hesitates for a second before lifting the child up in his arms.
Peter squeals with the speed and the height. “Shh,” he says seriously, taking the baby’s hand.
Jim laughs and wraps his fingers loosely around Spock’s wrist.
The same feeling stirs up again in Spock. It’s a sense of belonging, of domesticity. It’s…like being a family, Spock realizes. And then he realizes that it’s something that he enjoys, craves even.
“Thanks for coming with me,” Jim says, cupping Spock’s cheek in his hand, stroking his thumb along Spock’s cheekbones. It’s intimacy in its own way, alone in their bedroom, cloaked by the dark of the night.
“I would not wish to be apart from you,” Spock replies honestly, for which Jim kisses him.
“I realized that I didn’t know if you liked kids. I should have asked before we came.”
“I have nothing against children.”
“I always thought I’d have a lot of kids one day,” Jim says quietly. “I mean, when I was older I thought I’d end up in jail, and any kids would be accidental, but when I was little I thought I’d grow up, marry a girl from school and have kids.”
“There are options, Jim,” Spock points out.
Jim stares at him, a stare that means that Spock’s said something Jim didn’t expect him to. It means that Jim is surprised, that Jim is trying to re-figure Spock out.
“What are you saying?” he asks, quietly.
“If you wish to have children. With me,” Spock adds. “There are ways.”
Jim is silent, still staring.
Despite himself, Spock feels the familiar beginnings of panic in his stomach. “Not while we are serving on The Enterprise, obviously, a starship is no place for children, but once we had a stable home there are options.”
Rambling isn’t like him, unless Jim is staring at him like that, like Spock is another unexpected wonder they’ve stumbled upon on a new planet. “Please respond,” Spock says quietly.
“You want to have kids with me?” Jim asks, his voice odd.
“If you desire children, I would be glad to raise them with you.”
Jim grins at him. “You want kids!” he says, voice rising in pitch and volume.
“With you,” Spock clarifies.
Jim kisses Spock, hard and fast.
“Yes,” he says. “Yes.”
Spock smiles at Jim (Jim says he smiles all the time, even when he doesn’t notice, but he’s consciously smiling this time) and Jim returns it.
“Thank you,” Jim says, softly.
The moment is quiet and serious, which Jim ruins a few minutes later by sticking his hand down Spock’s sleep pants.
“Jim!” Spock says, rolling away.
Jim smirks and follows, straddling Spock. “Wanna make a baby?” he asks.
“That is biologically impossible,” Spock responds dryly.
Jim laughs, even as he rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to seduce you, and you’re being a comedian.”
“Jim, we are in a house with others.”
“Yep,” Jim says. “In my childhood house, in my childhood room. I masturbated in here, you know. No one ever noticed.”
Spock closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, willing away the image of a younger Jim, jerking his hips into his fist in the very room. It doesn’t help that he can smell Jim’s arousal, and that he knows exactly what Jim looks like when he masturbates.
Jim laughs softly. “You’re hot for teenage me!” he says, voice clearly filled with glee.
“Jim,” Spock says, trying to be stern. “It would be inappropriate.”
“But you like it,” Jim says, teasing.
“Jim, children could overhear. And it is highly likely that with a young baby in the house, your brother and sister-in-law will wake up to tend to him and hear as well.”
“Okay, okay,” Jim says, kissing Spock and rolling off of him. Jim tucks himself against Spock’s side and kisses his neck. “I’m sorry.”
“Tomorrow,” Spock says, “we can go out.”
Jim takes the promise for what it is and grins against Spock’s skin.
A few minutes later Jim speaks again. “We could retire from action, get jobs at the Academy.”
“It is uncertain if my genetic structure allows for reproduction,” Spocks says quietly.
“We could adopt,” Jim says. “I mean,” he pauses, “there are probably a lot of Vulcan orphans now, right?”
“And lots of human orphans.”
Jim smiles. “We could have one of each.”
“That sounds agreeable,” Spock says, running a hand through Jim’s hair.
“I’m gonna fall asleep now,” Jim says. “Peter will be up with the dawn wanting his presents.”
“Okay, Jim.”
Jim cuddles into Spock’s side with a sigh.
Spock listens as his breathing slows and deepens. Most nights he slips out of bed after Jim falls asleep, reads or does work until it’s time for him to relax as well, but tonight he stays curled into Jim until Peter comes running down the hallways screaming, “PRESENTS!” at the top of his lungs and waking the baby, who makes his displeasure known with its own piercing cries.
Jim groans. “Makes you want to rethink the whole having kids thing, doesn’t it?”
“No,” Spock says simply.
Jim’s head pops up and grins at him. “Come on, then, presents!” he says, rolling out of bed and tugging Spock with him. Spock raises an eyebrow at Jim but doesn’t say anything, simply grabs shirts for the both of them and follows.
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): sexual situations/innuendo
Summary: Prompt:(established relationship) Jim and Spock are spending Christmas with Sam and his family. Seeing Jim with his nephews makes Spock realize how much Jim wants children - and he does too.
For K/S Advent.
“Jim.”
“Hey, Aurelan,” Jim says, letting his sister-in-law pull him into a hug.
“You look good, Jimmy.”
Jim grins at her. “You too. This,” he says, turning to the side to gesture at Spock, “is Spock.”
Spock nods at Aurelan and gives her the Vulcan salute. “Hello,” he says.
“Hello,” Aurelan returns, copying the salute. “Now come in, you two, no use standing out in the snow.”
Although she herself is away for the holidays, Winona Kirk had granted her sons access to the family home in Iowa for Christmas. The crew of the Enterprise is off on shore leave and Jim had paid for his brother’s family’s vacation from Deneva to Earth. “Sam and I get along a lot better now that we don’t see each other every day,” Jim had said. “Besides this way I only have to think of actual gifts for the kids.”
“Where’s Sam?” Jim asks, stamping the snow off his boots.
“I got him to do some work in the kitchen,” Aurelan says, smirking.
“You’ve dated Sam for how long now? Are you trying to burn the house down?”
“Oi!” comes a voice from the kitchen. “Shut up or help, Jim!”
“Missed you too, Sam!” Jim calls back cheerily.
“Stop yelling, you’ll wake the baby!” Aurelan yells.
Spock raises an eyebrow when Jim turns back to him, beaming.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he teases.
“I was not.”
“I am quite adept at reading the real meaning behind your blank expressions, sweetheart,” Jim says.
Spock gives him a look that’s clearly a reprimand for the endearment.
Jim just grins at him and takes his wrists in his hand.
“Did you forget to invite us to the wedding?” Aurelan asks, smiling at them.
“Yep,” Jim says. “We’re already Vulcan married, sorry.”
“A Vulcan bond is not the same as a Human marriage,” Spock assures Aurelan, who laughs.
“You got bonded without us there?” she says, slapping Jim on the arm.
Jim pulls a face, which then transforms into a grin with the sounds of quick, small feet coming down the hallway.
“Mommy, mommy can I have a cookie?” whines a small boy, tugging on the hem of Aurelan’s skirt.
“Say hi to your Uncle Jim and Spock first,” Aurelan says, picking the boy up.
“Remember me, Peter?” Jim asks.
“You’re from the pict’rs and the vids!” Peter chirps.
Jim laughs. “Yep, that’s me.”
“Cap’n,” Peter says, pointing at Jim.
“Captain James T. Kirk, at your service,” Jim says, saluting. “And you know what? I’m going to get you that cookie.”
Peter claps his hands while Aurelan sticks her tongue out at Jim. “Sure, be the fun, cookie giving Uncle,” she says.
Jim disappears down the hallway and Peter turns his wide, blue eyes (the exact color as Jim’s) on Spock. “You have pointy ears,” he says.
Aurelan bounces him. “Don’t be rude, Pete.”
Spock shakes his head. “I do not mind. I am a Vulcan, little one.”
Peter studies Spock for a few long moments. “I like your ears,” he says, like the issue’s settled.”
“I like your ears too,” Spock says.
Peter giggles. “My ears are normal,” he says.
“So are mine, among Vulcans.”
Peter frowns, considering this. Then he shrugs. “Okay,” he says.
“You are wise,” Spock tells him.
Peter wrinkles his nose and Aurelan laughs. “From the mouths of babes,” she says.
Spock raises and eyebrow.
“Figure of speech,” Jim explains, coming back in the room and handing Peter a cookie.
“Illogical,” Spock can’t resist saying.
Jim rolls his eyes.
Then they’re interrupted by a yelp from the kitchen.
“Sam?”
“Aurelan!” Sam calls, obviously distressed.
Aurelan rolls her eyes, hands Peter to Jim and runs off.
“Should we go assist?” Spock asks. “It sounds like your brother may be in trouble.”
“Nah, just a cooking disaster,” Jim says.
Just then a loud, piercing cry echoes through the room.
“That’ll be the baby,” Jim says. “Don’t worry, Aurelan, I’ll get him!” he yells. He grabs Spock’s hand and pulls him upstairs.
The first thing Spock notices about the baby is that it is small. Logically he knows that infants are small, but it’s still slightly surprising to see the lung capacity of such a small being.
“Chris-y, shh!” Peter says, putting a finger to his lips.
Jim puts the toddler on the floor and picks up the baby.
“Hey, baby, hey. I’m your Uncle Jim,” he coos, bouncing the baby gently. “What’s wrong, huh? Christmas chaos wake you up?”
Spock watches, entranced. He’s seen Jim deal with foreign dignitaries (those with murderous inclinations and those without), species that no one has encountered before, and all manner of crew members (drunk, discontented, infatuated), but he’d never before seen Jim interact with children. He’d never given the matter much thought. It actually doesn’t seem surprising that Jim is good with children, he’s good with everyone. But for some reason it brings up an unnamable feeling in Spock.
Eventually the baby stops screaming and Jim takes his window of opportunity to stick his finger in Christopher’s mouth. Christopher goes wide-eyed and then starts sucking on it in earnest. But at least it’s quiet.
Jim looks over his shoulder at Spock and beams, proud of himself.
Spock tilts his head in acknowledgment of the praise Jim is seeking. “You are a natural with children,” he says.
Jim shrugs, but his smile remains. “I used to babysit a lot. Before I went crazy and rebellious.”
“Such a concept did not exist on Vulcan,” Spock says.
“I always liked doing it. I like kids.” Jim bounces the baby again. Next to Spock, Peter stomps his foot.
“Up,” he says, lifting his arms when Spock looks his way.
Spock hesitates for a second before lifting the child up in his arms.
Peter squeals with the speed and the height. “Shh,” he says seriously, taking the baby’s hand.
Jim laughs and wraps his fingers loosely around Spock’s wrist.
The same feeling stirs up again in Spock. It’s a sense of belonging, of domesticity. It’s…like being a family, Spock realizes. And then he realizes that it’s something that he enjoys, craves even.
“Thanks for coming with me,” Jim says, cupping Spock’s cheek in his hand, stroking his thumb along Spock’s cheekbones. It’s intimacy in its own way, alone in their bedroom, cloaked by the dark of the night.
“I would not wish to be apart from you,” Spock replies honestly, for which Jim kisses him.
“I realized that I didn’t know if you liked kids. I should have asked before we came.”
“I have nothing against children.”
“I always thought I’d have a lot of kids one day,” Jim says quietly. “I mean, when I was older I thought I’d end up in jail, and any kids would be accidental, but when I was little I thought I’d grow up, marry a girl from school and have kids.”
“There are options, Jim,” Spock points out.
Jim stares at him, a stare that means that Spock’s said something Jim didn’t expect him to. It means that Jim is surprised, that Jim is trying to re-figure Spock out.
“What are you saying?” he asks, quietly.
“If you wish to have children. With me,” Spock adds. “There are ways.”
Jim is silent, still staring.
Despite himself, Spock feels the familiar beginnings of panic in his stomach. “Not while we are serving on The Enterprise, obviously, a starship is no place for children, but once we had a stable home there are options.”
Rambling isn’t like him, unless Jim is staring at him like that, like Spock is another unexpected wonder they’ve stumbled upon on a new planet. “Please respond,” Spock says quietly.
“You want to have kids with me?” Jim asks, his voice odd.
“If you desire children, I would be glad to raise them with you.”
Jim grins at him. “You want kids!” he says, voice rising in pitch and volume.
“With you,” Spock clarifies.
Jim kisses Spock, hard and fast.
“Yes,” he says. “Yes.”
Spock smiles at Jim (Jim says he smiles all the time, even when he doesn’t notice, but he’s consciously smiling this time) and Jim returns it.
“Thank you,” Jim says, softly.
The moment is quiet and serious, which Jim ruins a few minutes later by sticking his hand down Spock’s sleep pants.
“Jim!” Spock says, rolling away.
Jim smirks and follows, straddling Spock. “Wanna make a baby?” he asks.
“That is biologically impossible,” Spock responds dryly.
Jim laughs, even as he rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to seduce you, and you’re being a comedian.”
“Jim, we are in a house with others.”
“Yep,” Jim says. “In my childhood house, in my childhood room. I masturbated in here, you know. No one ever noticed.”
Spock closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, willing away the image of a younger Jim, jerking his hips into his fist in the very room. It doesn’t help that he can smell Jim’s arousal, and that he knows exactly what Jim looks like when he masturbates.
Jim laughs softly. “You’re hot for teenage me!” he says, voice clearly filled with glee.
“Jim,” Spock says, trying to be stern. “It would be inappropriate.”
“But you like it,” Jim says, teasing.
“Jim, children could overhear. And it is highly likely that with a young baby in the house, your brother and sister-in-law will wake up to tend to him and hear as well.”
“Okay, okay,” Jim says, kissing Spock and rolling off of him. Jim tucks himself against Spock’s side and kisses his neck. “I’m sorry.”
“Tomorrow,” Spock says, “we can go out.”
Jim takes the promise for what it is and grins against Spock’s skin.
A few minutes later Jim speaks again. “We could retire from action, get jobs at the Academy.”
“It is uncertain if my genetic structure allows for reproduction,” Spocks says quietly.
“We could adopt,” Jim says. “I mean,” he pauses, “there are probably a lot of Vulcan orphans now, right?”
“And lots of human orphans.”
Jim smiles. “We could have one of each.”
“That sounds agreeable,” Spock says, running a hand through Jim’s hair.
“I’m gonna fall asleep now,” Jim says. “Peter will be up with the dawn wanting his presents.”
“Okay, Jim.”
Jim cuddles into Spock’s side with a sigh.
Spock listens as his breathing slows and deepens. Most nights he slips out of bed after Jim falls asleep, reads or does work until it’s time for him to relax as well, but tonight he stays curled into Jim until Peter comes running down the hallways screaming, “PRESENTS!” at the top of his lungs and waking the baby, who makes his displeasure known with its own piercing cries.
Jim groans. “Makes you want to rethink the whole having kids thing, doesn’t it?”
“No,” Spock says simply.
Jim’s head pops up and grins at him. “Come on, then, presents!” he says, rolling out of bed and tugging Spock with him. Spock raises an eyebrow at Jim but doesn’t say anything, simply grabs shirts for the both of them and follows.