Tomorrow (1/?)
Title: Tomorrow (1/?)
Author: jessie62990
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: Teen
Length: 666 words (O.o)
Summery: Sequal to In Another Life: Jim tells Spock about the dreams. Reading In Another Life is advisable.
Warnings: trace amounts of fluff and a cat bell
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! The characters and Trek universe belong to Paramount. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement. I make no money from this, please don't sue me.
After falling into a light and troubled sleep, Kirk awoke to the blaring of his alarm clock. Startled, he half sat, half rolled right off his bed. He landed on the floor, his legs still entangled in the sheets.
“Lights at 50%” he said to the dark room from his position on the floor.
That’s one thing he would never get used to; mornings were always dark in space. There was no change between day and night except the way the computers changed the intensity of the lights. There were no sunrises in space.
After extracting himself from the tangle of clean sheets he looked around his quarters and noticed the sheets he stripped from his bed during the night…after the dream. The dream, oh what Spock had done to him in that dream! He promised himself he would to talk to Spock; he had to. The dreams were coming more and more frequently now. They were never quite the same scene, but they the always ended the same way---with him lying alone in the dark, sheets splashed with his cum. He had no idea where these dreams were coming from. He had no conscious feelings for his first officer, although he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually sleep with the exotic Vulcan.
‘Today,' he resolved in his mind. ‘I will talk to him today. No more of this tomorrow bullshit. After all, tomorrow never comes.’
15 minutes later Jim found himself on the bridge looking a bit worse for wear, but overall making a really good attempt at looking like he hadn’t slept horribly and dreamt about being fucked by his first officer. ‘Not fucked,’ he thought ‘fucked was far too casual a word to apply to Spock in any circumstance, even one that would warrant it.’ He continued on and sat in his chair at the center of the bridge. Keeping his façade firmly in place until Spock appeared at his side out of nowhere. Startled by the sudden proximity of his “dream lover,” Jim jumped a good foot in the air from his seated position. ‘The man was like a damned cat!’ Jim swore in his head. ‘Always quietly sneaking up behind people without them noticing until he was right in their personal space.’
“Are you all right, Captain?” questioned the calm Vulcan.
“Damn it Spock! I’m going to make you start wearing a bell if you don’t stop doing that,” Kirk replied heart hammering in his chest.
“A bell, Captain?” came the Vulcan’s confused reply.
“Yes, like the kind you put on a cat so you always know where it is,” Kirk explained.
“Are you insinuating that I’m similar to a Terran house cat, sir?” Spock asked with a raised eyebrow, and a hint of amusement.
“Yes…no…just the way you sneak up like that…oh, hell I don’t know,” a frazzled Jim managed to sputter out.
“I see, Captain.” Spock said with the slightest trace of amusement and the barest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his thin lips.
Spock’s, still, very close proximity was doing nothing to calm Kirk’s sleep deprived and confused nerves. The Vulcan had obviously appeared at his elbow for a reason, otherwise he would still be diligently working at the science station. However, Kirk’s tired and distracted brain was having difficulty mustering up enough common sense to ask him what it was he needed because it was still replaying half remembered snippets from his dream the night before. ‘Captain, captain’ Spock’s soft deep voice said in his head. ‘God, he has such a nice voice’ Kirk mused to himself.
“Jim!” Spock’s elevated voice said.
Kirk’s head snapped up to look at his first officer. He realized that he had zoned out and that Spock had repeatedly addressed him in hopes of garnering his attention.
“Captain, are you feeling ill? Shall I escort you to sickbay?” Spock queried with concern.
“Yeah…yeah, I think you should.” Kirk replied while standing up.