Star Trek: If You Can't Dance to This, It Doesn't Matter (4/?)
Now that my revenge prank has been successfully executed, the 'part 4' originally posted has been flocked to reduce confusion for future new readers. If you're on my access list and can still see it in all its evil glory, I guess you'll just have to cope with the confusion.
Title: If You Can't Dance to This, It Doesn't Matter (4/?)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: Teen (predictably, there is swearing)
Warnings: High school AU, more schmoop than you can even deal with
Notes: I'm a little bit evil, too.
In this chapter: James Bond isn't the only one who scores.
“How long till your date?” Bones asks as they walk into Algebra class on Tuesday.
“Eight and a half hours,” Jim says immediately.
“You can't even do me the favour of pretending you have to look at a clock?” Bones throws himself into a chair, dumping his backpack on the floor. “You're a mess.”
Jim refuses to feel shame, although maybe he should. “Talked to Uhura yet?” he asks instead, even though maybe it's mean.
Bones deflates. “No.”
“I saw her eating lunch with Scotty from the chess club yesterday.”
“I know,” Bones wails, burying his head under his arms on the desk. “Everybody saw her.” His sleeve muffles the petulant whine.
“They have AP Physics together,” Jim says in what he hopes is a reassuring voice. “Maybe they were just talking about the homework.”
All he gets is a muffled groan.
“And you call me a drama queen,” Jim bitches back.
Bones lifts his head; his hair is sticking up in the front and his face is kind of red. “I think she goes for nerds,” he says. “I have no chance, in that case.”
“Too bad she hasn't seen your Biology marks,” says Jim. “Since that's the only class you care about.”
“I like Gym, too,” Bones protests.
Jim rolls his eyes. “So does Johnstone, and isn't he a catch. I bet he's next on her list.”
“You really suck at being reassuring. I need a new best friend.”
Jim looks at the clock. “Eight hours and twenty-five minutes,” he says.
Bones gives him the finger, but drops his hand quickly when Mr. Pike walks in.
“I have Spanish this afternoon,” Jim says as he pulls out his binder. “I could talk to her for you. Tell her how much you like reading about stem cell research. Little love poetry, maybe.”
“Don't you dare,” says Bones. “I don't need your help. She'll never speak to me again.”
“Mr. Kirk, Mr. McCoy? If you'd care to turn your attention to the front of the room?” says Mr. Pike. “Excellent. Today we're going to be exploring the exciting frontiers of linear relations.”
***
Jim inhales his dinner (his mom actually cooked food from scratch for a change) and then runs upstairs to make sure his hair is artfully messy and change his shirt three times. When he announces that he's going into town, it's like a secret signal for his mom to start a fight with him about transportation; she doesn't think he should be out on his bike with all the snow that's fallen since the weekend. He caves way more quickly than he normally would, one eye on the clock in the hallway, and borrows her car instead.
Spock is standing just inside the door of the theatre, avoiding the wind.
“Hey,” Jim says, unable to keep his grin down, “how's it going?”
“Hello,” says Spock. “I am well. You did see me at lunch today, if you recall.” He raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but I spent most of it in a chess deathmatch against Chekov and Sulu. Anyway, shall we?”
“I watched a trailer for this movie on Youtube this afternoon,” says Spock as they line up for tickets. “There were three impossible explosions in the space of 90 seconds.”
“Yeah,” Jim says excitedly, “I can't wait. I love James Bond. Popcorn?”
Jim has a little thrill in his chest as they get their tickets checked by another junior from their school and head into their theatre. The commercials before the previews are starting as they find their seats, and Jim nervously stares up at the screen and munches popcorn in silence until the opening sequence to the movie starts. Then he shoots a glance at Spock, who's looking at the screen and not him, and he inexplicably relaxes.
It's an extremely entertaining movie, and after a while Spock is even engaged enough to stop whispering in his ear about the terrible physics behind every explosion and car crash. Which is kind of disappointing, because Spock's quiet voice in his ear and the feel of Spock's breath ghosting over his skin gives him the best kind of shivers and he never wants it to stop. He makes up for it by whispering in Spock's ear how awesome every fireball is as it lights up the screen and casts Spock's features in yellow-orange in the dark. The corners of Spock's mouth twitch upward once or twice.
When the credits roll and the lights go up, it's like a spell is broken. Jim abruptly remembers there was a crowd around them, that they weren't alone together in the dark for the last two and a half hours, and everyone shifts and mumbles and gets to their feet slowly. Spock stands without a word and shrugs on his coat.
“So,” Jim ventures as they follow the crowd out into the lobby, “suitably awesome use of your evening, yes or no?”
Spock raises an eyebrow at him. “I do not normally rate my evenings on their level of 'awesomeness', but I felt this outing was a sufficiently interesting way to end the day.”
Jim wants to slow down suddenly as they approach the doors to outside, because if they leave the theatre the night will be over. But Spock doesn't pay any attention to his hesitation and keeps walking, so he follows. It's snowing gently as they burst through the doors, and he spares a brief thought to be thankful that the wind's died. Spock's car is closest to the door and they walk there in silence, hands jammed in their coat pockets and breath puffing out visibly; the snow crunches softly underfoot.
Spock stops at the driver's side of his car and pulls out his keys. “I will see you at school tomorrow?” he asks, as if he might not. Well, Jim does skip a lot of class, but he tends to be there at lunchtime.
“Yeah. Let's do this again,” he says.
“I would be amenable to that. I enjoy spending time with you, even when you are torturing me with impossible movie science.”
Jim lets out a chuckle; he loves when Spock lets his sense of humour creep out. They look at one another for a minute, enjoying the least awkward silence of the night so far. Jim thinks that Spock looks gorgeous like this, standing in the dark under the pool of a streetlight, with snow dusting his hair and shoulders, and almost before he realizes it, he's stepping in closer.
Spock lets out a surprised breath through his nose when Jim kisses him; he stands stock-still, his body radiating tension that Jim can feel through the hand he's got on Spock's elbow. He pulls away quickly and Spock is staring at him, his eyes wide. Jim watches in wonder as Spock blinks and licks his lips. He huffs out a nervous breath that fogs the air between them and misses if there's a change in Spock's expression before his hand reaches up to grab the back of Jim's neck and haul him back in.
Their lips collide with a force that makes Jim smirk and swallow a laugh; he surges forward and pushes Spock up against the side of his car as Spock kisses him back, peers at Spock's dark eyelashes through his own because Spock's eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed a little with concentration.
Then Jim remembers they're in a parking lot in rural Iowa and there's a high chance that someone within observing distance knows them, and they finally break apart with a gasp. Jim pulls his hands out from under Spock's jacket and Spock lets his fingers drag through the hair at the back of Jim's neck before his hand falls back to his side.
They stare at each other for a while; the snow is falling harder and it's stopped melting when it lands on the top of Spock's head.
“Let's do that again, too,” Jim blurts out.
“See you tomorrow,” says Spock, turning to unlock his door. Jim steps back as he opens it and then walks away to his own car with a spring in his step.
It's the best first date he's ever had.
***
When Jim shows up at the library at lunch on Wednesday, Spock is waiting outside the door for him.
“Hey,” he manages, before Spock grabs him by the arm and hauls him away down the hall.
“No chess today?” Jim asks, looking back over his shoulder at the library as he tries to keep up.
Spock says nothing until he's dragged Jim into an empty classroom and shut the door behind them. He stands with his back to it and says, “I knew this would be our first opportunity to speak to each other, and I find that chess is far less important.”
Jim's pulse starts to thunder. He didn't think he made a mistake the night before. “What are we speaking about?”
Spock crosses his arms and raises his chin. “Why do you associate with me?”
Jim wonders for a second if he's misunderstood the question. “I like you?” he tries.
Spock's gaze pins him in place. “Why did you kiss me last night?”
“I--” Jim starts, and then he straightens, because he sucks at being on the defensive. “Why did you kiss me back?” he demands.
Spock falters suddenly, which was not what Jim wanted to see when he said that.
“I....” He looks down at the floor, his arms falling limply to hang at his sides. “I did not pause to consider.... I acted rashly; it was uncharacteristic....”
“Fuck,” Jim says under his breath, and then takes a hesitant step closer. “Hey,” he says softly, because it hurts him that Spock has started looking at the floor and muttering. “You want to know why I kissed you?”
Spock tenses and doesn't look at him.
“I did it because you look gorgeous with snow in your hair. I didn't even mean to do it but I kind of lost my mind.”
Spock looks up sharply, and Jim takes another tiny step closer, like he's approaching a wild animal.
“Maybe that sounds bad,” Jim realizes out loud. “What I mean is that you look gorgeous anyway, but the snow made it unbearable. And you're the smartest person I've ever met, and you're funny in a really sneaky way, and you hate movie explosions but can't look away, and you give me the pepperoni off your pizza, and when you whisper in my ear it makes me shiver.” He's standing close enough to touch Spock by the time he shuts up, and he holds his breath while Spock looks at him like he's some kind of puzzle to be solved.
Then Spock tilts his head a little to the side and raises his eyebrow minutely. “Interesting,” he says. “That is also why I kissed you back.”
“You don't eat pepperoni, though,” Jim says stupidly, still processing the implications as Spock steps even closer.
“Be quiet, Jim,” Spock says against his lips.
“We're both slow on the uptake, aren't we,” Jim observes.
“I find that a harsh assessment,” Spock says, and kisses Jim before he can respond.
***
Jim goes through all of his afternoon classes (except for the one he skips) with a stupid grin on his face that he can't banish. When they meet up after school, Bones takes one look at him and rolls his eyes.
“I was gonna maybe ask how your date went last night, but I don't think I'll bother.”
“I'm in love, Bones.”
“I know you are. Now come on and help me with my Algebra homework. I'll tell my mom you're staying for dinner.”
Jim can't resist grabbing him around the shoulders and planting a noisy kiss on his cheek. Bones shoves him away, swearing.
“I can't get Uhura back if you're going all gay on me in the school parking lot, you fuckhead!”
“I bet she'd like to watch,” Jim says, and bursts out laughing at the look on Bones' face. “Come on!” He grabs Bones by the shoulder and hauls him around to shove him toward his car. “I took the bus today, it's fucking cold out, and you're standing between me and your mom's awesome Southern cooking.”
“Let's just trade moms,” Bones mutters. “You're trying to, anyway.”
“You don't want my mom,” Jim says confidently. “I can share yours.”
“Goody,” Bones drawls. “I get to be Spock's brother-in-law.”
Jim's grin busts back out as he hustles Bones to the car.
***
There's a week and a half left of school before Christmas break; there are projects to finish and tests to study for, but Jim and Spock still find time to spend together. Jim's mom goes on a week-long business trip and they take advantage of her absence. Spock, Jim learns to his surprise, is a pretty good kisser, like he has experience. It makes Jim jealous to think about and he doubts he should even ask, but then one afternoon they're on Jim's couch and Jim's watching Nova while Spock has his history book open, and he just blurts it out.
“Have you gone out with anyone before?”
“I had a girlfriend for a time when I lived in Japan,” Spock answers. “Her name was Mayumi.”
Jim's eyebrows shoot up at the information. “How far did you go with her? If you don't mind my asking.”
Spock looks at him. “We were thirteen.”
“So... not very far, then?”
Spock puts his textbook down on the coffee table. “No. And you?”
Jim looks back at the TV. “What about me?” he asks, changing the channel away from and then back to Nova.
He can still feel Spock looking at him. “What is your experience?”
“Oh, you know. I have experience. Some. With girls. And stuff.”
“I have heard of your reputation since first arriving at our school. Is it accurate?”
“Some of it, yeah.” A lot of it. Enough to get the right idea, anyway.
“Interesting,” says Spock, and then he leans over, steals the remote, turns off the TV, and kisses Jim.
Jim appreciates the change of subject, and communicates this to Spock by licking his way inside his mouth.
The following Saturday, they go out for lunch and a matinee of a spy movie which commits crimes against computer science, and then they go back to Jim's house and make out on his bed. After a while, they're just lying side by side on top of Jim's duvet, fingers tangled together and basking in a late afternoon pool of sunlight, and Spock asks, “When did you first decide that you wished to be with me romantically?”
Jim opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, enjoying the slow trace of Spock's thumb over his knuckles. He can probably trace it all the way back to Johnstone shoving Spock up against a locker in front of his Algebra classroom, if he's being honest with himself, but Jim sucks at being honest with himself. “It just kind of happened,” he says instead. “Probably because you were feeding me every day. I respond well to people giving me free food.”
Spock rolls over and gives him The Eyebrow, which gives Jim a warm feeling. “Now you have to tell me,” he demands. “That's the price for being so damn nosy.”
“Very well,” says Spock. “It was the day you fixed the error in my programming homework.”
“I knew you only wanted me for my brain,” Jim shouts at the ceiling.
“That is true,” admits Spock, looking down at him with that eyebrow still arched. “You were not nearly as attractive before you revealed your intelligence. Before that I was merely entertaining the possibility of friendship, since it appeared that you would not leave me alone anyway.”
“You shallow bastard!” Jim pounces, rolling Spock onto his back and pinning him by his shoulders. “Most people objectify me the other way around,” he adds. “I'm not sure how I feel about my looks ranking below my intelligence.”
“I am sure that you will manage.”
Jim ducks his head to steal a kiss, and thinks of something as he does. “You mean,” he says as he lifts his head again, “that we could have been doing this months ago?”
Spock blinks. “I suppose we could have.”
“That's depressing. We wasted a lot of time.”
Spock tenses, which is Jim's only warning before he's flipped over onto his back. “I do not think it was wasted,” he says.
Jim grins, his heart thudding. “Maybe not. But we still have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Indeed,” says Spock. His hands on Jim's shoulders keep Jim from surging up to meet his lips faster, but as Spock starts exploring his mouth, Jim decides he's not actually in that big of a hurry, after all.
TBC
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Title: If You Can't Dance to This, It Doesn't Matter (4/?)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: Teen (predictably, there is swearing)
Warnings: High school AU, more schmoop than you can even deal with
Notes: I'm a little bit evil, too.
In this chapter: James Bond isn't the only one who scores.
“How long till your date?” Bones asks as they walk into Algebra class on Tuesday.
“Eight and a half hours,” Jim says immediately.
“You can't even do me the favour of pretending you have to look at a clock?” Bones throws himself into a chair, dumping his backpack on the floor. “You're a mess.”
Jim refuses to feel shame, although maybe he should. “Talked to Uhura yet?” he asks instead, even though maybe it's mean.
Bones deflates. “No.”
“I saw her eating lunch with Scotty from the chess club yesterday.”
“I know,” Bones wails, burying his head under his arms on the desk. “Everybody saw her.” His sleeve muffles the petulant whine.
“They have AP Physics together,” Jim says in what he hopes is a reassuring voice. “Maybe they were just talking about the homework.”
All he gets is a muffled groan.
“And you call me a drama queen,” Jim bitches back.
Bones lifts his head; his hair is sticking up in the front and his face is kind of red. “I think she goes for nerds,” he says. “I have no chance, in that case.”
“Too bad she hasn't seen your Biology marks,” says Jim. “Since that's the only class you care about.”
“I like Gym, too,” Bones protests.
Jim rolls his eyes. “So does Johnstone, and isn't he a catch. I bet he's next on her list.”
“You really suck at being reassuring. I need a new best friend.”
Jim looks at the clock. “Eight hours and twenty-five minutes,” he says.
Bones gives him the finger, but drops his hand quickly when Mr. Pike walks in.
“I have Spanish this afternoon,” Jim says as he pulls out his binder. “I could talk to her for you. Tell her how much you like reading about stem cell research. Little love poetry, maybe.”
“Don't you dare,” says Bones. “I don't need your help. She'll never speak to me again.”
“Mr. Kirk, Mr. McCoy? If you'd care to turn your attention to the front of the room?” says Mr. Pike. “Excellent. Today we're going to be exploring the exciting frontiers of linear relations.”
***
Jim inhales his dinner (his mom actually cooked food from scratch for a change) and then runs upstairs to make sure his hair is artfully messy and change his shirt three times. When he announces that he's going into town, it's like a secret signal for his mom to start a fight with him about transportation; she doesn't think he should be out on his bike with all the snow that's fallen since the weekend. He caves way more quickly than he normally would, one eye on the clock in the hallway, and borrows her car instead.
Spock is standing just inside the door of the theatre, avoiding the wind.
“Hey,” Jim says, unable to keep his grin down, “how's it going?”
“Hello,” says Spock. “I am well. You did see me at lunch today, if you recall.” He raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but I spent most of it in a chess deathmatch against Chekov and Sulu. Anyway, shall we?”
“I watched a trailer for this movie on Youtube this afternoon,” says Spock as they line up for tickets. “There were three impossible explosions in the space of 90 seconds.”
“Yeah,” Jim says excitedly, “I can't wait. I love James Bond. Popcorn?”
Jim has a little thrill in his chest as they get their tickets checked by another junior from their school and head into their theatre. The commercials before the previews are starting as they find their seats, and Jim nervously stares up at the screen and munches popcorn in silence until the opening sequence to the movie starts. Then he shoots a glance at Spock, who's looking at the screen and not him, and he inexplicably relaxes.
It's an extremely entertaining movie, and after a while Spock is even engaged enough to stop whispering in his ear about the terrible physics behind every explosion and car crash. Which is kind of disappointing, because Spock's quiet voice in his ear and the feel of Spock's breath ghosting over his skin gives him the best kind of shivers and he never wants it to stop. He makes up for it by whispering in Spock's ear how awesome every fireball is as it lights up the screen and casts Spock's features in yellow-orange in the dark. The corners of Spock's mouth twitch upward once or twice.
When the credits roll and the lights go up, it's like a spell is broken. Jim abruptly remembers there was a crowd around them, that they weren't alone together in the dark for the last two and a half hours, and everyone shifts and mumbles and gets to their feet slowly. Spock stands without a word and shrugs on his coat.
“So,” Jim ventures as they follow the crowd out into the lobby, “suitably awesome use of your evening, yes or no?”
Spock raises an eyebrow at him. “I do not normally rate my evenings on their level of 'awesomeness', but I felt this outing was a sufficiently interesting way to end the day.”
Jim wants to slow down suddenly as they approach the doors to outside, because if they leave the theatre the night will be over. But Spock doesn't pay any attention to his hesitation and keeps walking, so he follows. It's snowing gently as they burst through the doors, and he spares a brief thought to be thankful that the wind's died. Spock's car is closest to the door and they walk there in silence, hands jammed in their coat pockets and breath puffing out visibly; the snow crunches softly underfoot.
Spock stops at the driver's side of his car and pulls out his keys. “I will see you at school tomorrow?” he asks, as if he might not. Well, Jim does skip a lot of class, but he tends to be there at lunchtime.
“Yeah. Let's do this again,” he says.
“I would be amenable to that. I enjoy spending time with you, even when you are torturing me with impossible movie science.”
Jim lets out a chuckle; he loves when Spock lets his sense of humour creep out. They look at one another for a minute, enjoying the least awkward silence of the night so far. Jim thinks that Spock looks gorgeous like this, standing in the dark under the pool of a streetlight, with snow dusting his hair and shoulders, and almost before he realizes it, he's stepping in closer.
Spock lets out a surprised breath through his nose when Jim kisses him; he stands stock-still, his body radiating tension that Jim can feel through the hand he's got on Spock's elbow. He pulls away quickly and Spock is staring at him, his eyes wide. Jim watches in wonder as Spock blinks and licks his lips. He huffs out a nervous breath that fogs the air between them and misses if there's a change in Spock's expression before his hand reaches up to grab the back of Jim's neck and haul him back in.
Their lips collide with a force that makes Jim smirk and swallow a laugh; he surges forward and pushes Spock up against the side of his car as Spock kisses him back, peers at Spock's dark eyelashes through his own because Spock's eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed a little with concentration.
Then Jim remembers they're in a parking lot in rural Iowa and there's a high chance that someone within observing distance knows them, and they finally break apart with a gasp. Jim pulls his hands out from under Spock's jacket and Spock lets his fingers drag through the hair at the back of Jim's neck before his hand falls back to his side.
They stare at each other for a while; the snow is falling harder and it's stopped melting when it lands on the top of Spock's head.
“Let's do that again, too,” Jim blurts out.
“See you tomorrow,” says Spock, turning to unlock his door. Jim steps back as he opens it and then walks away to his own car with a spring in his step.
It's the best first date he's ever had.
***
When Jim shows up at the library at lunch on Wednesday, Spock is waiting outside the door for him.
“Hey,” he manages, before Spock grabs him by the arm and hauls him away down the hall.
“No chess today?” Jim asks, looking back over his shoulder at the library as he tries to keep up.
Spock says nothing until he's dragged Jim into an empty classroom and shut the door behind them. He stands with his back to it and says, “I knew this would be our first opportunity to speak to each other, and I find that chess is far less important.”
Jim's pulse starts to thunder. He didn't think he made a mistake the night before. “What are we speaking about?”
Spock crosses his arms and raises his chin. “Why do you associate with me?”
Jim wonders for a second if he's misunderstood the question. “I like you?” he tries.
Spock's gaze pins him in place. “Why did you kiss me last night?”
“I--” Jim starts, and then he straightens, because he sucks at being on the defensive. “Why did you kiss me back?” he demands.
Spock falters suddenly, which was not what Jim wanted to see when he said that.
“I....” He looks down at the floor, his arms falling limply to hang at his sides. “I did not pause to consider.... I acted rashly; it was uncharacteristic....”
“Fuck,” Jim says under his breath, and then takes a hesitant step closer. “Hey,” he says softly, because it hurts him that Spock has started looking at the floor and muttering. “You want to know why I kissed you?”
Spock tenses and doesn't look at him.
“I did it because you look gorgeous with snow in your hair. I didn't even mean to do it but I kind of lost my mind.”
Spock looks up sharply, and Jim takes another tiny step closer, like he's approaching a wild animal.
“Maybe that sounds bad,” Jim realizes out loud. “What I mean is that you look gorgeous anyway, but the snow made it unbearable. And you're the smartest person I've ever met, and you're funny in a really sneaky way, and you hate movie explosions but can't look away, and you give me the pepperoni off your pizza, and when you whisper in my ear it makes me shiver.” He's standing close enough to touch Spock by the time he shuts up, and he holds his breath while Spock looks at him like he's some kind of puzzle to be solved.
Then Spock tilts his head a little to the side and raises his eyebrow minutely. “Interesting,” he says. “That is also why I kissed you back.”
“You don't eat pepperoni, though,” Jim says stupidly, still processing the implications as Spock steps even closer.
“Be quiet, Jim,” Spock says against his lips.
“We're both slow on the uptake, aren't we,” Jim observes.
“I find that a harsh assessment,” Spock says, and kisses Jim before he can respond.
***
Jim goes through all of his afternoon classes (except for the one he skips) with a stupid grin on his face that he can't banish. When they meet up after school, Bones takes one look at him and rolls his eyes.
“I was gonna maybe ask how your date went last night, but I don't think I'll bother.”
“I'm in love, Bones.”
“I know you are. Now come on and help me with my Algebra homework. I'll tell my mom you're staying for dinner.”
Jim can't resist grabbing him around the shoulders and planting a noisy kiss on his cheek. Bones shoves him away, swearing.
“I can't get Uhura back if you're going all gay on me in the school parking lot, you fuckhead!”
“I bet she'd like to watch,” Jim says, and bursts out laughing at the look on Bones' face. “Come on!” He grabs Bones by the shoulder and hauls him around to shove him toward his car. “I took the bus today, it's fucking cold out, and you're standing between me and your mom's awesome Southern cooking.”
“Let's just trade moms,” Bones mutters. “You're trying to, anyway.”
“You don't want my mom,” Jim says confidently. “I can share yours.”
“Goody,” Bones drawls. “I get to be Spock's brother-in-law.”
Jim's grin busts back out as he hustles Bones to the car.
***
There's a week and a half left of school before Christmas break; there are projects to finish and tests to study for, but Jim and Spock still find time to spend together. Jim's mom goes on a week-long business trip and they take advantage of her absence. Spock, Jim learns to his surprise, is a pretty good kisser, like he has experience. It makes Jim jealous to think about and he doubts he should even ask, but then one afternoon they're on Jim's couch and Jim's watching Nova while Spock has his history book open, and he just blurts it out.
“Have you gone out with anyone before?”
“I had a girlfriend for a time when I lived in Japan,” Spock answers. “Her name was Mayumi.”
Jim's eyebrows shoot up at the information. “How far did you go with her? If you don't mind my asking.”
Spock looks at him. “We were thirteen.”
“So... not very far, then?”
Spock puts his textbook down on the coffee table. “No. And you?”
Jim looks back at the TV. “What about me?” he asks, changing the channel away from and then back to Nova.
He can still feel Spock looking at him. “What is your experience?”
“Oh, you know. I have experience. Some. With girls. And stuff.”
“I have heard of your reputation since first arriving at our school. Is it accurate?”
“Some of it, yeah.” A lot of it. Enough to get the right idea, anyway.
“Interesting,” says Spock, and then he leans over, steals the remote, turns off the TV, and kisses Jim.
Jim appreciates the change of subject, and communicates this to Spock by licking his way inside his mouth.
The following Saturday, they go out for lunch and a matinee of a spy movie which commits crimes against computer science, and then they go back to Jim's house and make out on his bed. After a while, they're just lying side by side on top of Jim's duvet, fingers tangled together and basking in a late afternoon pool of sunlight, and Spock asks, “When did you first decide that you wished to be with me romantically?”
Jim opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, enjoying the slow trace of Spock's thumb over his knuckles. He can probably trace it all the way back to Johnstone shoving Spock up against a locker in front of his Algebra classroom, if he's being honest with himself, but Jim sucks at being honest with himself. “It just kind of happened,” he says instead. “Probably because you were feeding me every day. I respond well to people giving me free food.”
Spock rolls over and gives him The Eyebrow, which gives Jim a warm feeling. “Now you have to tell me,” he demands. “That's the price for being so damn nosy.”
“Very well,” says Spock. “It was the day you fixed the error in my programming homework.”
“I knew you only wanted me for my brain,” Jim shouts at the ceiling.
“That is true,” admits Spock, looking down at him with that eyebrow still arched. “You were not nearly as attractive before you revealed your intelligence. Before that I was merely entertaining the possibility of friendship, since it appeared that you would not leave me alone anyway.”
“You shallow bastard!” Jim pounces, rolling Spock onto his back and pinning him by his shoulders. “Most people objectify me the other way around,” he adds. “I'm not sure how I feel about my looks ranking below my intelligence.”
“I am sure that you will manage.”
Jim ducks his head to steal a kiss, and thinks of something as he does. “You mean,” he says as he lifts his head again, “that we could have been doing this months ago?”
Spock blinks. “I suppose we could have.”
“That's depressing. We wasted a lot of time.”
Spock tenses, which is Jim's only warning before he's flipped over onto his back. “I do not think it was wasted,” he says.
Jim grins, his heart thudding. “Maybe not. But we still have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Indeed,” says Spock. His hands on Jim's shoulders keep Jim from surging up to meet his lips faster, but as Spock starts exploring his mouth, Jim decides he's not actually in that big of a hurry, after all.
TBC
Now that that's taken care of, since some of you encouraged me to make a soundtrack for this thing, I did. Someday you'll learn that it's better not to encourage me.
62.3MB zip file of all mp3s, download it from sendspace: http://www.sendspace.com/file/vq4mvr
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