The Stars Look Very Different Today
Updating the old masterlist and realized that this never made it onto my own journal.
Title: Spar
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock Pre-Slash
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 700
Summary: Another Kink Meme prompt : Spock likes watching Jim workout and spar. He finds it fascinating.
Warnings: None
Jim felt himself beginning to flag, his lungs burning and breath coming in short staccato gasps. Adrenaline surged through him as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, trying to read the next move. His opponent seemed to be lagging as well, the sloppy overhand swing broadcast in an unsteady lurch and lacked the controlled finesse of earlier blows. It should have been easy to dodge. Instead the sweat slicked ground caused him to slide sightly forward at the end of his evasive pivot and earned him a glancing clip on his shoulder. Carrying the motion, he stepped into his rival's reach and hooked an ankle behind his knees and pushed with his shoulder, toppling the other man.
Jim stepped back and let out a slightly breathless laugh as he rubbed his smarting shoulder while simultaneously offering the prone pilot a hand up.
“All right, Mr. Sulu,” he shook the pilot's hand and gave him a companionable slap on the back. “Thanks for the spar.”
“Anytime, Captain.” There was a grin in Sulu's voice as he dusted off his training uniform. “Next time you're going to have to show me that throw.”
Appreciative easy laughter flowed as he nodded his agreement and moved towards the bench for his towel. The rigid posture of his First at the wall brought him up short. He searched his mind furiously, they were both off duty for another full cycle and the resupply mission the Enterprise was currently engaged in had them firmly in Federation space, an unlikely sector for trouble.
“Hello Spock, is there a problem?”
Spock started, surprising Jim. The recovery was near instantaneous and the weight of the dark regard made him conscious of the sweat trickling down his chest and drying his pants to an uncomfortable stiffness. He moved again for his towel and began wiping off the effects of his energetic spar with Sulu.
“Negative Capain - “
“Call me Jim,” he reminded patiently. Months of trying to win over his Vulcan First Officer had so far yielded an efficient working relationship on the bridge and an almost unnoticeable relaxing of tensions during off duty hours. Jim seldom felt like Spock regretted Sarek's interference in the Strangling Incident anymore and had mostly stopped deliberately trying to piss him off. Mostly. Last week they had even shared a meal in the Officer's mess after Bridge duty, sans Uhura or McCoy or Sulu or Chekov, and Spock had allowed Jim to carry a rather stilted conversation that revealed they both shared an interest in Chess and Terran literature. Jim was pleased with the progress.
At this rate, he thought wryly, he'll be ready to tell me his favourite colour by the time our five year mission is over.
A blink. “Very well. Jim.”
“Spock?” Jim's vigorous toweling slowed as he waited for Spock to continue.
Spock started again, causing Jim's eyebrows to fly up to his hairline.
What the hell?
This distraction was completely out of character and Jim suppressed a wave of worry. Spock's dark eyes had drifted down again, seeming transfixed by the movement of the towel over Jim's bare chest.
“Are you well Spock?”
The eyes darted up to meet his steady, slightly puzzled gaze and Jim swore he saw a flush of green touch Spock's ears and cheeks before the Vulcan pulled himself even straighter and blurted: “My apologies Captain - Jim. I am quite well. It was my intention to extend an invitation to play chess in my quarters this evening if you are amenable. I will be available at 19:00 hours if you are inclined to join me.”
With that he pivoted sharply and exited the rec room so swiftly that Jim's “Sounds good” had no chance to leave his lips.
Was Spock just checking me out and babbling?
A smirk curled up the left side of his mouth.
Fascinating.
Title: Spar
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock Pre-Slash
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 700
Summary: Another Kink Meme prompt : Spock likes watching Jim workout and spar. He finds it fascinating.
Warnings: None
Jim felt himself beginning to flag, his lungs burning and breath coming in short staccato gasps. Adrenaline surged through him as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, trying to read the next move. His opponent seemed to be lagging as well, the sloppy overhand swing broadcast in an unsteady lurch and lacked the controlled finesse of earlier blows. It should have been easy to dodge. Instead the sweat slicked ground caused him to slide sightly forward at the end of his evasive pivot and earned him a glancing clip on his shoulder. Carrying the motion, he stepped into his rival's reach and hooked an ankle behind his knees and pushed with his shoulder, toppling the other man.
Jim stepped back and let out a slightly breathless laugh as he rubbed his smarting shoulder while simultaneously offering the prone pilot a hand up.
“All right, Mr. Sulu,” he shook the pilot's hand and gave him a companionable slap on the back. “Thanks for the spar.”
“Anytime, Captain.” There was a grin in Sulu's voice as he dusted off his training uniform. “Next time you're going to have to show me that throw.”
Appreciative easy laughter flowed as he nodded his agreement and moved towards the bench for his towel. The rigid posture of his First at the wall brought him up short. He searched his mind furiously, they were both off duty for another full cycle and the resupply mission the Enterprise was currently engaged in had them firmly in Federation space, an unlikely sector for trouble.
“Hello Spock, is there a problem?”
Spock started, surprising Jim. The recovery was near instantaneous and the weight of the dark regard made him conscious of the sweat trickling down his chest and drying his pants to an uncomfortable stiffness. He moved again for his towel and began wiping off the effects of his energetic spar with Sulu.
“Negative Capain - “
“Call me Jim,” he reminded patiently. Months of trying to win over his Vulcan First Officer had so far yielded an efficient working relationship on the bridge and an almost unnoticeable relaxing of tensions during off duty hours. Jim seldom felt like Spock regretted Sarek's interference in the Strangling Incident anymore and had mostly stopped deliberately trying to piss him off. Mostly. Last week they had even shared a meal in the Officer's mess after Bridge duty, sans Uhura or McCoy or Sulu or Chekov, and Spock had allowed Jim to carry a rather stilted conversation that revealed they both shared an interest in Chess and Terran literature. Jim was pleased with the progress.
At this rate, he thought wryly, he'll be ready to tell me his favourite colour by the time our five year mission is over.
A blink. “Very well. Jim.”
“Spock?” Jim's vigorous toweling slowed as he waited for Spock to continue.
Spock started again, causing Jim's eyebrows to fly up to his hairline.
What the hell?
This distraction was completely out of character and Jim suppressed a wave of worry. Spock's dark eyes had drifted down again, seeming transfixed by the movement of the towel over Jim's bare chest.
“Are you well Spock?”
The eyes darted up to meet his steady, slightly puzzled gaze and Jim swore he saw a flush of green touch Spock's ears and cheeks before the Vulcan pulled himself even straighter and blurted: “My apologies Captain - Jim. I am quite well. It was my intention to extend an invitation to play chess in my quarters this evening if you are amenable. I will be available at 19:00 hours if you are inclined to join me.”
With that he pivoted sharply and exited the rec room so swiftly that Jim's “Sounds good” had no chance to leave his lips.
Was Spock just checking me out and babbling?
A smirk curled up the left side of his mouth.
Fascinating.