Fic: 'Five Things That Have Changed Since Jim Started Dating Spock'
Title: Five Things That Have Changed Since Jim Started Dating Spock
Author: Never
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: R?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Total AU.
Author’s Notes: This is a sequel to No Moral High Ground, and since this fic emphasizes differences, it won’t make much sense without reading ‘No Moral High Ground’ first. Didn’t intend it to be a Five Things fic, but it wouldn’t come out any other way.
***
It’s surprising how little Jim’s life changes after he starts dating Spock. Of course, there are thousands of tiny differences – good ones, too – in his day-to-day life, but none of them really feel different.
He thinks that might mean he was already too focused on Spock before they hooked up. Not that it really matters now. But it makes him wonder if he can even detect any real changes.
He comes up with a few…
***
1.) Jim and Spock stare at each other from across theCAFETERIA.
Jim watches Spock watch him from across their lunch table. Unbeknownst to their surrounding friends, Jim's feet keep tangling with Spock's beneath the table. It's nice. Comfortable.
Chatter carries on around them, but Jim is pretty certain that neither one of them is listening.
...That is, until Spock turns towards Uhura – Nyota, Jim now knows – to say, "Jim and I will be in attendance."
That's enough to get Jim's attention. "Wait, what?"
Bones glances at him like he's an idiot, which is pretty normal. "The Homecoming dance, Jim. Too busy playing footsie with your walking computer to pay any mind to us emotional teenagers?"
Without so much as a glance of acknowledgment at Bones for the insult, Spock answers Jim’s question. "Nyota asked who among us would attend the Homecoming dance. I took the liberty of answering for the two of us."
Great. Suddenly, Jim's lunch is the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.
"Anyway," Uhura starts, and something in the tone makes Jim look up just in time to see her eyes roving over Bones, Chekov, Sulu, and Scotty in turn. "Which of you boys is taking me to the dance?"
***
2.) Jim doesNOT act on the urge to jump Spock for doing higher math.
"Keep going," Jim pleads between gasps. His hips thrust up, grounding against Spock while his hands roam over Spock’s back, desperately trying to pull him closer.
"The integral of one over x to the one-fifth-”
The rest of the equation is lost amidst Jim’s groan when he comes.
A handful of thrusts later, Spock lowers his spent body onto Jim’s, burying his face in the latter’s neck as he catches his breath.
It’s a long time later that Jim broaches the topic of the Homecoming dance.
“Please clarify,” Spock says, levering himself off of Jim.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but neither one of us is a girl.”
“I am aware of our respective genders. However, I do not understand how this pertains to the subject at hand.”
Honestly, Jim is at a loss too, but he doesn’t have any other excuse to get out of going to this dance – telling the truth is just not an option. “Dances are a girl thing.” Then thinking that it would be a good idea to change the subject, he says, “Hungry? I need food if I’m going to be able to get it up again tonight.” He even throws in a leer for good measure as he pulls his jeans back on.
“You are attempting to distract me.”
Jim wanders out of his bedroom, pretending he doesn’t hear.
***
3.) Jim goes homeALONE after football practice.
“Is it not customary to attend?” Spock asks, one eyebrow raised slightly.
Across from him, Jim purposefully keeps his attention on the chessboard. His entire body is pleasantly loose after practice, so his shrug is half-hearted, at best. “I guess. But it’s not required, Spock. We’re not going to get detention for skipping the Homecoming dance.”
“I do not understand. You are the captain of the football team; is it not expected that you would attend a school function so closely tied to a football game?”
“Well…” he trails off because he really has no idea what to say since Spock has thoroughly and logically dismissed Jim’s last three excuses. “It’ll be right after the game, and I’ll be exhausted. No point in going if I fall asleep on my feet, right?” Jim hopes that he sounds logical enough to satisfy Spock.
“I admit that I have rarely had the opportunity to observe you after a football game, however, in every instance, you were alert and able to interact with others for several hours. Please explain why you anticipate that such will not be the case the night of the Homecoming dance.”
Jim rubs his hands over his face. “Look, Spock, I just don’t want to go. I’ve done the school dance thing and…I just don’t want to again.”
Spock stiffens in his seat, but still inclines his head.
It’s obvious that Spock is letting it go even though he’s a little hurt. Sighing, Jim apologizes and suggests that they continue their game later.
“That is acceptable.” Spock stands and is already collecting his things when he states, “It is late, and I must return home.”
Jim stands up too. “Spock, I…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
One firm nod later, Jim is alone.
***
4.) Jim doesNOT discuss his feelings.
Kirk pulls up to the high school and shifts into park before turning towards Spock in the passenger seat.
"Look, about last night..." he begins, but he doesn't know how to continue.
"It is not necessary to explain," Spock counters. And Jim knows that he won't push, but Jim can hear the change in Spock's tone. He's distant and guarded. It's carefully concealed, but it's there and Jim really doesn’t want it to be.
"No, I want you to know." He looks through the windshield, then forces himself to turn his eyes back to Spock. "The last time I went to a dance on a date, I was a freshman…and my girlfriend ended up making out with the pitcher for the varsity baseball team." The words are like broken glass in his throat, and they are still easier to say than he thought they’d be.
An eyebrow immediately pops up. "You anticipate such an occurrence repeating itself? I assure you I have no interest in the pitcher or any other player on the varsity baseball team. The only person I have romantic interest in, is you."
A warm feeling deep inside spreads through him at that. "I know that, I just..." He feels like an idiot.
Spock studies him a moment, seeing something in Jim's – no doubt – embarrassed expression. "I understand. I will inform Nyota of our change in plans. Perhaps, instead, you would join me for dinner after the football game Friday night?"
"That sounds...good."
Spock inclines his head, and it's still a little stiff but his eyes are the warmest they've been in days.
And suddenly, Jim feels like an asshole.
…well, more so than usual.
***
5.) Jim doesNOT go to dances.
Spock is waiting by Jim’s car after the game; tense as always after Jim’s been injured. Jim tries really hard not to limp, but he knows he’s still favoring his left side. A lot, if Spock’s expression is any judge.
“Did the medic release you, or did you depart when he was otherwise engaged?” Spock asks. His arms wrap around Jim, and even though he can walk just fine, Jim still leans into the support.
“I got the full lecture from Bones, thank you. And I promised that I wouldn’t stay out too late tonight, but you and I have a date that I’m not going to cancel. Get in the car.”
“I do not believe it would be wise for you to drive in your current condition.”
“You can drive me home, but let me drive to where we’re going first. Deal?”
Spock studies Jim’s face before reluctantly nodding. “Agreed.”
Grinning, he leans in to lick his way into Spock’s mouth, then just breathes him in, letting Spock’s strength hold him up. It takes several tries, but Jim finally pulls back enough to say, “Get in. We’re going to be late as it is.”
Once the two of them are in the car, Spock asks, “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” He smiles.
…And he’s still smiling when he drives the 500 feet down the road to park in front of the school cafeteria.
Spock blinks. “I do not understand.”
“We’re going to the dance. Come on.” Jim’s a little disgusted that it takes several minutes to get his aching body out of his car, and in the end, he needs Spock’s help to make any headway. But when it’s done, he’s looking into Spock’s eyes and he knows that he made the right choice to come to the dance. Those dark eyes are so bright and happy, even though there’s a considerable amount of concern in them too. But the concern will disappear quickly enough. He hopes.
Their friends are waiting for them inside, and apparently Bones has told all of them how bad the 3rd quarter tackle from #81 really was because they’re all watching him anxiously. Chekov even goes to Jim’s other side to offer support in case Jim’s legs give out on him. It’s ridiculous, but he can’t help the warm feeling in his stomach as he looks them over.
“Well,” Jim clears his throat, “I don’t know how long I’ll be on my feet, so let’s get this party started.” He turns to Spock. “Wanna dance with me?”
Spock’s eyebrows lower dramatically. “I do not believe that would be wise.”
“I don’t care. I want to dance with you.” He glances down at his leg, swollen and bruised and barely stuffed inside his jeans. “…Or at least sway in place with you.”
Jim can see Spock swallow before he nods once.
And yeah, Jim can’t move all that much, but when they’re on the dance floor, Jim hands himself over to Spock and trusts the latter to keep him up.
He isn’t disappointed.
end
Author: Never
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: R?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Total AU.
Author’s Notes: This is a sequel to No Moral High Ground, and since this fic emphasizes differences, it won’t make much sense without reading ‘No Moral High Ground’ first. Didn’t intend it to be a Five Things fic, but it wouldn’t come out any other way.
***
It’s surprising how little Jim’s life changes after he starts dating Spock. Of course, there are thousands of tiny differences – good ones, too – in his day-to-day life, but none of them really feel different.
He thinks that might mean he was already too focused on Spock before they hooked up. Not that it really matters now. But it makes him wonder if he can even detect any real changes.
He comes up with a few…
***
1.) Jim and Spock stare at each other from across the
Jim watches Spock watch him from across their lunch table. Unbeknownst to their surrounding friends, Jim's feet keep tangling with Spock's beneath the table. It's nice. Comfortable.
Chatter carries on around them, but Jim is pretty certain that neither one of them is listening.
...That is, until Spock turns towards Uhura – Nyota, Jim now knows – to say, "Jim and I will be in attendance."
That's enough to get Jim's attention. "Wait, what?"
Bones glances at him like he's an idiot, which is pretty normal. "The Homecoming dance, Jim. Too busy playing footsie with your walking computer to pay any mind to us emotional teenagers?"
Without so much as a glance of acknowledgment at Bones for the insult, Spock answers Jim’s question. "Nyota asked who among us would attend the Homecoming dance. I took the liberty of answering for the two of us."
Great. Suddenly, Jim's lunch is the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.
"Anyway," Uhura starts, and something in the tone makes Jim look up just in time to see her eyes roving over Bones, Chekov, Sulu, and Scotty in turn. "Which of you boys is taking me to the dance?"
***
2.) Jim does
"Keep going," Jim pleads between gasps. His hips thrust up, grounding against Spock while his hands roam over Spock’s back, desperately trying to pull him closer.
"The integral of one over x to the one-fifth-”
The rest of the equation is lost amidst Jim’s groan when he comes.
A handful of thrusts later, Spock lowers his spent body onto Jim’s, burying his face in the latter’s neck as he catches his breath.
It’s a long time later that Jim broaches the topic of the Homecoming dance.
“Please clarify,” Spock says, levering himself off of Jim.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but neither one of us is a girl.”
“I am aware of our respective genders. However, I do not understand how this pertains to the subject at hand.”
Honestly, Jim is at a loss too, but he doesn’t have any other excuse to get out of going to this dance – telling the truth is just not an option. “Dances are a girl thing.” Then thinking that it would be a good idea to change the subject, he says, “Hungry? I need food if I’m going to be able to get it up again tonight.” He even throws in a leer for good measure as he pulls his jeans back on.
“You are attempting to distract me.”
Jim wanders out of his bedroom, pretending he doesn’t hear.
***
3.) Jim goes home
“Is it not customary to attend?” Spock asks, one eyebrow raised slightly.
Across from him, Jim purposefully keeps his attention on the chessboard. His entire body is pleasantly loose after practice, so his shrug is half-hearted, at best. “I guess. But it’s not required, Spock. We’re not going to get detention for skipping the Homecoming dance.”
“I do not understand. You are the captain of the football team; is it not expected that you would attend a school function so closely tied to a football game?”
“Well…” he trails off because he really has no idea what to say since Spock has thoroughly and logically dismissed Jim’s last three excuses. “It’ll be right after the game, and I’ll be exhausted. No point in going if I fall asleep on my feet, right?” Jim hopes that he sounds logical enough to satisfy Spock.
“I admit that I have rarely had the opportunity to observe you after a football game, however, in every instance, you were alert and able to interact with others for several hours. Please explain why you anticipate that such will not be the case the night of the Homecoming dance.”
Jim rubs his hands over his face. “Look, Spock, I just don’t want to go. I’ve done the school dance thing and…I just don’t want to again.”
Spock stiffens in his seat, but still inclines his head.
It’s obvious that Spock is letting it go even though he’s a little hurt. Sighing, Jim apologizes and suggests that they continue their game later.
“That is acceptable.” Spock stands and is already collecting his things when he states, “It is late, and I must return home.”
Jim stands up too. “Spock, I…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
One firm nod later, Jim is alone.
***
4.) Jim does
Kirk pulls up to the high school and shifts into park before turning towards Spock in the passenger seat.
"Look, about last night..." he begins, but he doesn't know how to continue.
"It is not necessary to explain," Spock counters. And Jim knows that he won't push, but Jim can hear the change in Spock's tone. He's distant and guarded. It's carefully concealed, but it's there and Jim really doesn’t want it to be.
"No, I want you to know." He looks through the windshield, then forces himself to turn his eyes back to Spock. "The last time I went to a dance on a date, I was a freshman…and my girlfriend ended up making out with the pitcher for the varsity baseball team." The words are like broken glass in his throat, and they are still easier to say than he thought they’d be.
An eyebrow immediately pops up. "You anticipate such an occurrence repeating itself? I assure you I have no interest in the pitcher or any other player on the varsity baseball team. The only person I have romantic interest in, is you."
A warm feeling deep inside spreads through him at that. "I know that, I just..." He feels like an idiot.
Spock studies him a moment, seeing something in Jim's – no doubt – embarrassed expression. "I understand. I will inform Nyota of our change in plans. Perhaps, instead, you would join me for dinner after the football game Friday night?"
"That sounds...good."
Spock inclines his head, and it's still a little stiff but his eyes are the warmest they've been in days.
And suddenly, Jim feels like an asshole.
…well, more so than usual.
***
5.) Jim does
Spock is waiting by Jim’s car after the game; tense as always after Jim’s been injured. Jim tries really hard not to limp, but he knows he’s still favoring his left side. A lot, if Spock’s expression is any judge.
“Did the medic release you, or did you depart when he was otherwise engaged?” Spock asks. His arms wrap around Jim, and even though he can walk just fine, Jim still leans into the support.
“I got the full lecture from Bones, thank you. And I promised that I wouldn’t stay out too late tonight, but you and I have a date that I’m not going to cancel. Get in the car.”
“I do not believe it would be wise for you to drive in your current condition.”
“You can drive me home, but let me drive to where we’re going first. Deal?”
Spock studies Jim’s face before reluctantly nodding. “Agreed.”
Grinning, he leans in to lick his way into Spock’s mouth, then just breathes him in, letting Spock’s strength hold him up. It takes several tries, but Jim finally pulls back enough to say, “Get in. We’re going to be late as it is.”
Once the two of them are in the car, Spock asks, “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” He smiles.
…And he’s still smiling when he drives the 500 feet down the road to park in front of the school cafeteria.
Spock blinks. “I do not understand.”
“We’re going to the dance. Come on.” Jim’s a little disgusted that it takes several minutes to get his aching body out of his car, and in the end, he needs Spock’s help to make any headway. But when it’s done, he’s looking into Spock’s eyes and he knows that he made the right choice to come to the dance. Those dark eyes are so bright and happy, even though there’s a considerable amount of concern in them too. But the concern will disappear quickly enough. He hopes.
Their friends are waiting for them inside, and apparently Bones has told all of them how bad the 3rd quarter tackle from #81 really was because they’re all watching him anxiously. Chekov even goes to Jim’s other side to offer support in case Jim’s legs give out on him. It’s ridiculous, but he can’t help the warm feeling in his stomach as he looks them over.
“Well,” Jim clears his throat, “I don’t know how long I’ll be on my feet, so let’s get this party started.” He turns to Spock. “Wanna dance with me?”
Spock’s eyebrows lower dramatically. “I do not believe that would be wise.”
“I don’t care. I want to dance with you.” He glances down at his leg, swollen and bruised and barely stuffed inside his jeans. “…Or at least sway in place with you.”
Jim can see Spock swallow before he nods once.
And yeah, Jim can’t move all that much, but when they’re on the dance floor, Jim hands himself over to Spock and trusts the latter to keep him up.
He isn’t disappointed.
end