The Academy AU for sensors

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The night Sam Kirk walks into the Kirk family farmhouse his little brother throws a fucking beer bottle at his face. He misses. If he'd hit, the next several years might not have happened.



Jim is twenty years old and his life is a fucking mess.

He's no longer in the goddamn hospital every other month, but still in mandatory therapy until he ages out of the system on his 21st birthday. His therapist has worked with him since. Well. Since he got mandated one by the University of Iowa's children's hospital when they brought him home and nursed him back from the brink of being starved to death. Sam isn't here about Tarsus though. He's here because he heard little Jimmy just got out of a stint in county for petty theft.

Why's a guy stealing bread in this day and age? Jim doesn't give him a satisfactory answer. He can't. There isn't one. He'd been better until he'd left his personal device at home for a weekend boke trip. Without his meal schedule Jim can't function. But see, his body doesn't tell him when he's hungry anymore either, so Jim hadn't noticed until it was day three and he started hurting. All sense left him. Next thing he knows he's sitting in a jail cell being watched while he eats the food they gave him because anyone can see Jim Kirk is still too thin. Jim hates it. That look of fucking pity.

He was home and on his fourth beer of the evening when his fucking older brother strides in like he hasn't been gone for the last damn near decade of Jim's life.

"Sober up. I want you to come into town with me tomorrow and take a test." Sam had said. Jim thinks he told his brother to fuck off. He thinks he tried, but he might have stormed off so the other didn't see him break down into tears. He dodges Sam for three days before they bond over noon breakfast talking about when their mom finally found out about and ditched Frank. Sam asks where Winona sent him then, since neither of them believes for a second she stayed Earthside to raise him herself.

Jim lies.

But the lie works. And so he lets Sam drive them into town chattering the whole time about Starfleet. He wants Jim to take an aptitude test. If he passes, well. Dear ol' big brother's gonna whisk him away to San Francisco so they can enlist together. Sam got in, you see. Second attempt, so maybe Jimmy won't be going with him Right away.

"Jim." Jim corrects him. He's toying with the idea of maybe letting Sam talk him into this, but he's not forgetting the last damn near decade so easily. Not forgiving it yet, either. He tells himself he'll take the stupid test to shut his brother up. And hell, maybe he'll even beat his 'big bro' and pass on a first try. He aces it, hangover and all. Sam seems real keen on congratulating himself for giving Jim pointers the last couple days and Jim doesn't argue much.

A change of scenery seems like a decent idea.

All he wants to take fits into a single duffel bag he tosses into the back of Sam's beater of a truck and they make for San Francisco...

Comments

[sensors]

"Most would say that I appear tolerant at best." Dry, because they would be incorrect. Extra dry, because he has made note of each time he has heard commentary from others that they do not understand how someone as expressive as Jim Kirk could enjoy being with someone as cold and distant as Spock.

A joke on top of that, as Jim has become so well-versed in reading him that even should Spock desire to hide anything from him, he is not sure that he would be able to.

He stands easily, noting his page with a bookmark before setting the book aside so that he is able to step into Jim's space, looking into his eyes as he allows himself to trace fingers lightly along Jim's forearm briefly.

"I have never had a milkshake," he admits, and it is true: Spock does not indulge often, if at all, with sweets. If he desires something sweet he has only ever, to date, picked fresh fruit owing to non-processed sugars being metabolized adequately by his species.

He notes that he has never told Jim this. It has never been a point of conversation. He does not offer the information now, deeming it a superfluous detail.

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"Yeah well, most people would be idiots then." Jim shakes his head. He can't believe the shit some people say. It's not Hard to read Spock a lot of the time. It just takes getting to know him and a bit of observation. Of course, when Spock is Trying to be obtuse it's almost Impossible to read him, but that's another matter entirely.

"Missed you too." He murmurs, all smitten for the brush along his arms. "Here take this while I change outta my uniform. I tried to hurry back so the fires would still be hot and fresh but nowwww I am dying and need to strip."

So off goes the reds and into his laundry receptacle, off goes his undershirt and his socks until Jim is settling down at the edge of their shoved together 'double' bed in just his underwear so he can scoop up his own order of fried to nibble at.

"No?? Feel free to try both milkshakes and take whichever one you like best. I'll have either one and be happy."

[sensors]

"I am aware of your opinion on the matter," Spock says, a little wry even if his tone has not changed. No one has ever attempted to learn Spock like Jim has, which is why, of course, he has ended up with Jim knowing him better than almost anyone ever has.

Well, Jim certainly knows the most about several aspects.

Spock, in the meantime, is charmed by Jim's reaction to the touch even though it is through fabric. He nods, taking the food from Jim's hands. "By all means," he says, arch, and moves to sit on their bed, unabashedly watching him the entire time as he eats a couple of fries. A vibe, certainly.

"I do not indulge in sweets often," he further explains, though he does take the offer and try both flavors. The brightness of the mint and bitterness of the chocolate leave that one tasting less sweet than the other, though he does not assume it actually is. It does, however, suit his palate more, so he nods decisively and hands the cookies and cream shake over to Jim afterward. "It is easy to understand why people enjoy them, however."

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"Okay but is it an Opinion when I'm right though?" Jim's voice is a little muffled when he answers because he is mid-pulling off his shirt when he does. Because see, Jim likes to be right. Actually, factually correct not just right because he says so. He likes being the best. Of course it's impossible to compete with Spock in a lot of the scientific fields - especially given how few of those Jim is even taking. But there's plenty of other places Jim can compete with him.

And where Jim isn't competing with Spock? He's competing with Everyone Else.

He glances over and grins when he spies Spock watching him strip, but by then he's too far into it to bother making it a show, so better to finish up and join him.

"Yeah I've noticed that. Not a big fan? I usually have some candy in my desk as an emergency study snack if you ever want some. I'm not Weak for desserts or anything the way some people are but every so often it's a good treat."

Speaking of treats, Jim grins to be handed the other shake. He's been promising himself one of these for weeks now. Finally found the time to hike out there.

"Aw man hell yes." Milkshake? Check. Fries? Check. Boyfriend? Enjoying both. Jim is winning so hard right now.

"Gaila's goddamn thrilled about the formal dance and etiquette class by the way. I think we spent most of the trip chatting about it. She's been looking at the options for formal uniform styles all week apparently. I haven't bothered looking to order mine yet."

[sensors]

If Spock were not Vulcan, he would sigh long-sufferingly. Alas. "I am aware of your inarguably correct stance on the matter," he allows, though there remains an edge of smugness that is rarely allowed through the filter.

"I will remember that should I ever desire any." He doubts it, but the thought is appreciated.

All the same, the focus of the evening is to simply enjoy one another's company, and Spock intends to. He is at least careful to drink the milkshake slowly as they sit, taking his time. He is well aware that fats delay the absorption of sugar and that it will affect the length of both onset and duration, but once it does start to kick in, he has had enough that it seems perhaps he should have taken it even more slowly.

He remains attentive and alert for much of the conversation. Chatter about dress uniforms, at which point Spock notes some options would allow them to either perfectly match or perfectly complement one another. Something to think about as they decide. The course itself, conversations with Gaila, the competition later in the term, the fact that Spock requires gloves to be able to take the class at all in any measure of comfort, so on.

This is about the point where Spock realizes his cup is well over half-empty. He also notes that he has been leaning against Jim's side for the past thirty-five minutes and has had his head tucked into his shoulder the last ten. He has not attempted to move his head recently, perhaps for good reason, since he has to blink a couple of times when he lifts it to clear his perception.

"I should stop as I have had more than enough," he says distractedly, without explanation of what 'more than enough' means, setting the cup aside with a slightly uncharacteristic lack of care. Nothing spills or makes a mess, he just sets the disposable cup down with a click and proceeds to ignore the fact that he has not yet taken the time to properly dispose of it. "Thank you for bringing it to me," is a quick addition as he sits up better, glancing between them so he can drop his hand down atop Jim's, threading their fingers slowly and carefully.

"I do not wish to watch others dance with you," he finally says as he strokes his thumb along the side of Jim's hand, apropos of nothing as though he has kept it on his mind this entire time, "even though I know there is no reason for it."

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For a while the conversation is slow in fits and starts while they enjoy the food Jim's brought back and Jim at least works at his milkshake before it melts too much in his cup. He notices Spock is taking it much slower but well, it's a frozen drink. Jim just figures Spock might not care for the chill of it as much as Jim does in this stiflingly hot room. Mentally he sticks a pin in the idea of getting Spock hot chocolate of some kind next time he wants to treat the man to something sweet. See if he likes that better from a temperature standpoint.

But that's all the thought Jim gives at first.

He's much more interested in grabbing up his padd and flicking through options for their uniforms. Jim wants something trim that will cling to him in all the right ways, but far more important comes the idea of matching or complimenting Spock. He's not dressing for Himself alone anymore. It's a small thrill to think he can choose clothes that will spell out his attachment to his Vulcan boyfriend perfectly if anyone spies them together even at a glance.

It's a pleasing thought. An exciting one, a little, but they're content sitting and chatting even after Jim's finished his shake and set the empty cup aside. He'd go handle it right away, but Spock's been leaning on him ever since he pulled up his padd for them to look over the uniforms and he doesn't quite want to ruin this rare moment of nonsexual intimacy just yet. Spock doesn't even seem to notice.

So they keep chatting and Jim gets more and more eager for idea of the class. Moreso than any of his main curriculum ones. Rare enough is it that he gets a chance to take a class with Spock. While their encryption classes had been challenging, this is a different kind of fun altogether. Jim's pleased that Spock seems to be in agreement that they outperform anyone else.

By the time Spock's laid his head on Jim's shoulder, he's starting to get a Little concerned. It's out of character, nice as it is. And Spock seems so distant when he finally sets his soupy remnants of the shake aside next to Jim's empty cup.

"Course." Jim says. "Did you like it?" Clearly Spock did, since he starts twining their fingers so seriously just after. He's just about to ask Spock if he's doing alright when the sudden non-sequitor about their class crops up in a drawn out and distracted voice he doesn't think he's ever heard Spock use before.

"Aw. You don't wanna see the proof of how much more in tune with me you are?" Jim murmurs into a pointed ear in an attempt to be reassuring. "....Are you...doing okay? You seem a bit off. Is this all because you were worried about someone else dancing with me?"

[sensors]

Even if Spock were more reluctant to take the class than he actually is, Jim's enthusiasm would have convinced him. It always makes Spock's heart race a little faster in his side when Jim gets particularly fired up about something, though he fails to explain why even to himself.

Despite his commentary though, he remains relaxed in this moment, limbs loose and movements smooth but a little slower than usual. "Yes," he finally says, as to whether he liked it or not. Jim's voice at his ear drags a small shiver through him and he hums quietly, turning his head enough to brush his lips along Jim's jaw in return (retaliation?) before answering.

"I do not need to see proof of facts I already know," he says, stubborn as he always is. He looks at Jim and his gaze is steady, but a little... Well, to be frank, he looks like he has had too much to drink. "I am not worried," he says, a soft emphasis on the word, "I have nothing to worry about." Because he trusts Jim. He just also knows that Jim dislikes when people treat him a certain way even now, and it remains likely people will use dancing with him as an excuse.

"I have underestimated the effect that the processed sugar would have on my physical and mental states." Without further explanation, because of course. He can get there with a little more prodding, at least.

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Okay, so Spock is affectionate. Kind of teasing, almost. But he's being...Weird.

Like really weird.

Weird enough that Jim's not even turned on by the lips dragging against his jaw or the way Spock fidgets with their twined fingers. He's shifting where they're sitting to raise his free hand up and check Spock's temperature best he can.

"Yeah, okay.." And yeah, Jim's brushing off Spock's stubborn reply a little but he'll come back to it when he's not starting to panic a little. "What kind of effects do they have on you, Spock? Are you--this stuff isn't reacting badly to you is it? Was there something in there you're allergic to or sensitive to or what???"

Please tell Jim he didn't accidentally poison his boyfriend....

[sensors]

There is a pause while Spock processes what Jim is asking. Not much longer than usual, perhaps a couple of seconds, but briefly noticeable. "I am not in any danger," he states, blanket confirmation first off.

However, he has tilted just slightly into the touch of Jim's hand despite the fact it was trying to check his temperature. Very 'cat chasing a hand to bonk it for more pets' style.

"You are aware alcohol has no effect on Vulcans," he finally says, "as our metabolism processes it too quickly to have an effect." A beat, and he adds: "However, processed sugars do have an intoxicating effect. As I have had it extremely rarely, I failed to account for that while calculating my tolerance."

Wuh oh! Somebody happens to be a lightweight.

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"Spock. Did I just get you drunk on ice cream?"

Yeah it took Jim a half minute to calm himself down from panicking and really think about what he was being told here. And like, he feels kind of bad about this suddenly because he had NO idea that was a thing that happened to Vulcans. And suddenly Spock politely refusing things Jim has offered him over the months makes a Lot more sense.

Especially considering Spock is saying he's kind of a lightweight.

"Okay. Let me go clean up the cups real quick so we don't have a mess later and uh. Let's. Get you ready for bed huh? I'll be right here with you, promise."

[sensors]

"Lightly intoxicated." Drunk.

Even like this Spock seems to realize Jim is going to go down some path of self-blame and tilts in to gently press their foreheads together, attempting to catch and keep his attention. "I was able to inform you at any time and chose not to. It is my mistake for not telling you before I started."

He pauses, considering what Jim has just said, and finally shakes his head. "Disposal of the cups is adequate, but I do not wish to go to bed as I am not tired."

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"Uh huh." Dammit.

He's in the process of trying to disentangle themselves when he's pulled back (gently!) and smushed up against in a way that's incredibly adorable and also incredibly out of character for Spock normally.

"I know. I just feel like you've given me a lot of clues about it since we moved in together and I completely missed them." Jim tips his chin up and smooches Spock on the forehead just as gently. His bangs are all messed up for the mushing already so it's fine. It's adorable.

"Well, fair enough I suppose. Alright let me clean up real quick." He can rinse out the cups and toss them in the recycler easily enough. That will go a long way toward preventing any unwanted spills or smells later. But then he comes back in and settles down back on the bed.

"Well, what do you want to do then? Drunk chess might be funny but since I'm sober I'd have to catch up. We could....go Out. But not sure you'd want to visit a club when you're already drunk. Could hang out here and watch holovids or something."

[sensors]

"The onus isn't on you to guess or attempt to ascertain things that I haven't told you." And okay, maybe it is a little cute that the no contractions thing is clearly a conscious choice since they seem to have started slipping into his speech.

Spock tips into the forehead kiss, humming his approval, then does at least let Jim get up to throw the cups away. However, as soon as Jim is back on the bed, Spock is on him again—not necessarily sexually, just leaning his weight against him and being very, very tactile.

"I should remain in our quarters in this state," he admits, "but I would enjoy spending time with you. Holovids are acceptable."

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It's fucking adorable is what it is. Spock is hella cute. Jim will hear nothing to the contrary about it. Especially from the man himself so he'll also just have to keep that opinion to himself since Spock pouts so much when he's called 'cute' or 'pretty' in any capacity.

At least this time Jim's expecting the instant cuddle up, so he's got one arm ready to lift and let Spock tuck in beneath. Jim settles is instead around Spock's shoulders. Lets his thumb brush against the Vulcan idly while they decide on what do for the evening.

"Fair enough. I'll help you prevent any and all evidence of your drunkenness by entertaining you from in here. Come on, let's shuffle into bed proper like so we can curl up, yeah? He plucks up his personal padd and flicks out the kickstand to settle it upright against his chest so he can bring up a movie for them to watch.

"Gaila wanted you specifically to watch this mystery drama that came out and tell her if it was 'full of shit' or not for the deductions needed for the audience to solve it. I've had it downloaded for a week now. No time but the present to watch it I suppose."

[sensors]

Spock will not be making commentary either way tonight, seeing as Jim has wisely decided not to speak his thoughts aloud and Spock is not currently receiving any transference from him.

"Thank you," is the response he gets at first, about making sure no one else sees Spock like this, but then once they're laying out on the bed, Spock curled insistently against Jim's side, he watches Jim flick through screens with interest and listens to his partner's commentary on the choice of vid.

"I'll make note of any instances of it being 'full of shit' to relay to her at a later date," he says, "though I will require a second viewing later to ensure I haven't missed anything."

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Where Spock's laying he can feel the vibrations of Jim's voice through his chest damn near. He's entirely attached to Jim's side as if the man were his own personal bodypillow, to the point where his legs are wrapped around one of Jim's own where he lays. Jim leaves one arm around Spock's shoulders ostensibly also for a bit of a 'pillow' for Spock to use since he isn't rocking the tig ol bitties his boyfriend has.

"Here we go." Jim cranes his neck over to smooch the top of Spock's head and then relaxes against the bed so they can watch the film.

It's a bit overly complicated to Jim's opinion, insists upon itself a bit too much. But the cast is decent and Jim's all about a space drama even if it's under the guise of a kind of ostentatious murder mystery. Eventually Jim gives up on paying attention much to the movie and lets his gaze slide off the screen and to watching Spock watch the holofilm. Taking in the eased expression on his face all the sugar has left him with. The way he lays curled up around Jim like some giant cat.

They've never done this before, Jim realizes. Just settled in somewhere together intimately close and hung out. It's nice, really.

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"Mmhm." And that is all, for a long while. Spock stays curled against Jim, sliding down enough to tuck in under his chin even though he's the taller one of them, and watches the film. Even like this he remains able to follow the plot adequately, though it is in fact full of shit in several places.

He seems clearly interested as Jim watches him, but in an analytical way. Charming, maybe, for him to be so intense even like this. Even as he senses Jim watching him and seeks out his hand, threading their fingers and giving a little squeeze. Affectionate, in this case, and not necessarily sexual. He is watching a vid, after all.

It is nice like this. Together, not requiring endless productivity. Even gauging the accuracy of the movie is just for fun and far less intensive than playing a game of chess or kal-toh or doing work in tandem. He enjoys it.

As the credits roll, he states: "She is correct. It's full of shit. I'll make her a list of notations after another viewing later, as I said."

He tips his head up as he speaks though, brushing a kiss under Jim's chin.

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Jim thinks he might honestly be starting to be able to tell the difference between all these different hand holds. There's not the same kind of thrum jolting through Jim with this one as there has been other times Spock has taken his hand. It's. Almost human in its affectionate softness. Probably more intimate than Jim might find it, maybe akin to how their legs are tangled just as pointedly as their fingers are.

That's the sort of thing he's pondering, while Spock bothers paying attention to the last third of the movie. While they just lay together, relaxing. Usually Jim's pretty shit at relaxing, is the thing. He likes Doing.

"Yeah, I came to that conclusion myself about halfway through." Jim agrees around a stretch to get more comfortable the way they're laying. The kiss startles Jim a little though, and he laughs with a soft jerk. Like he's ticklish maybe. The data pad slides off his chest and onto the other side of the bed, forgotten.

"Did you like it at all despite?" His free hand is reaching up to catch Spock's chin gently and nudge him to just the right angle that Jim can graze a kiss against his lips at the tail end of the question. Still soft. Sweet.

[sensors]

This hold is definitely softer than some other ones. Certainly very intimate, but in a slow, steady, and sweet way. Affectionate and borderline adoring. Spock cannot remember the last time he has felt quite so content, though he has been pretty happy since getting together with Jim, there has always been a light sharpness to it. Not in a bad way, just in how they hone each other to better themselves.

Soft and easy are good too, he finds. Spock has never actually allowed himself to just exist. It remains unlikely he will seek it out on a daily basis, but a little mindless holding one another is, frankly, something he will desire to revisit.

Spock lifts his head when Jim jerks, his own tilting slightly to the side, questioning. But he does answer, at least. "I will enjoy analysing it."

Later, though. Because now Jim is kissing him and Spock shifts closer, nudging in so that he can kiss Jim again in return. It stays unhurried but definitely feels more pointed. Still sweet, sure. Just a little undercurrent of heat, though, like the action reminded Spock that he is in fact lounging in bed with his boyfriend.

Borderline activated. The activation danger zone, maybe.

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Cuddle sessions are likewise are an entirely alien thing to Jim.

Once he lost interest in the movie Jim thought he might be bored, but watching Spock ended up taking all of Jim's concentration. Letting his mind drift about little things between them Jim wonders about. Kicking back and just taking the time to notice every point at which they're touching. How it feels. Now the movie's over and Jim finds he wouldn't mind just laying here like this for a bit longer still. Even with nothing to do. Because this is nice.

So long as Jim isn't left alone with his own ordinary thoughts, he's perfectly content to stay here. He can't help but to grin the way Spock inchworms himself further up the bed to return the kiss Jim gives him. His chuckle is muffled even, at least until Spock alters his angle just so and the slow kiss carries with it a promise that is taking Jim's attention immediately.

"Mmh. Hey. What'cha thinking about?"

[sensors]

"You." As blunt as ever, though his tone has a soft edge to it. "As I often am. You fill my thoughts even at very inopportune times in which I must compartmentalize in order to complete anything productive."

As he speaks he tangles their legs even more and drags his fingertips slowly across Jim's palm to his wrist, pausing at his pulse point.

"You are remarkable," he adds, heavy with certainty. Then, after a beat, he sits up abruptly to shuck off his shirt and drop it on the bed. Just like that, no hesitation. "I desire skin to skin contact."

That ends up being the only explanation Jim will get as Spock also studiously wriggles out of his pants, also leaving those in a messy little pile with his shirt before cuddling up to Jim again.

"Better," he finally deems, hand pressed flat to Jim's chest with the fingers splayed just to be tactile.

Drunk Spock's start/stop train of thought is perfection. Bless

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"Ohhhh, nice nice. Sweet thoughts or." Jim waits for Spock to finish clarifying and can't help the softer chuckle he gives, after. "Mmm. Sexy thoughts. I see. Very serious." Jim can't really stop Spock from rearranging them as he likes, Vulcan strength being what it is, but see. He likes being handled.

Especially by Spock.

"I try to be." Remarkable, he means. For Spock, to prove the world wrong about what he's capable of. Jim's just about to compliment Spock back when the man sits up and with no neatness whatsoever discards his light sleep shirt. Jim's pulse jumps. Rare indeed is it for Spock not to neatly fold and set aside his clothing when stripping.

Even when they're getting busy.

"Yeah? Good. I uh. That's good. Me too." He's barely got his arms around Spock's shoulders when the other strips out of his pants too. It leaves them both in their underwear, curled up atop each other. Jim's trying desperately not to think about Spock just shucking out of his clothes all careless like. It's not working very well.

"Yeah. I. Yeah. You know I always want to see you naked."

drunk spock is truly a blessing

[sensors]

"I also have those." The sweet ones. "But those are ever-present." Of course they are. Jim is Spock's partner, and that makes it only logical for Spock to always have an undercurrent of affection flowing through his mind.

Spock also likes handling Jim, to be fair; they make a good match in that way. When Jim's statement sinks in, Spock looks at him, head slightly tilted. "You do not have to try to be remarkable. You are so without effort. The effort you put in makes you more so, makes you extraordinary."

Speaking of sweet thoughts. Enjoy that while Spock does his whole stripping thing and gets settled back in. He's smiling as he looks down at Jim, soft but there, and it ticks up a little more at one corner after.

"Of that, I'm well aware." He presses a kiss to Jim's mouth again after that, one that's heavier and hungrier. His hand stays at Jim's chest while the other settles at his hip. When he draws back, he does it to murmur against Jim's lips. "I'm not naked, however. Yet."

He could be, though, is the implication there.

HE IS

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Ever present? God he's going to make Jim blush at this rate. That's not something he even thought was possible on the regular. There's color on his cheeks where Spock settles over him. That comment about Jim's ability is just. No one's ever said anything anywhere near as kind to him before. But this isn't some platitude either, not trying to get into Jim's pants.

Spock said it. He means it.

"Ohhhh you're really trying to butter me up aren't you?" Jim teases, but his voice has gone a bit breathless. This time Jim tips his head back and welcomes Spock into his mouth. Urging that hungry kiss into something heavy, wet and stoking in both of them. He raises both brows at the last, a smirk felt against SPock's lips where they linger on his.

"Mmm. Yeah me neither." Jim lifts his hips pointedly to rock them together. "If we fix that...You want me to ride you?"

[sensors]

"Is that what it takes?" Quiet, low again, but somehow not distracted. Or at least not distracted from the kiss, from Jim's voice, from what he puts on offer.

Spock's teeth catch Jim's lower lip briefly on the retreat and he can't help but to touch his hips down to meet him halfway, exhaling slowly afterward. He becomes more tactile like this, apparently, fingers tracing along the line of his chest, along his abdomen.

At the question he hums his interest, rocking his hips down again pointedly. "As long as it's you I will be happy no matter the position," he admits. "If you desire that, so do I. If you want to fuck me instead, I want to feel you inside me. If you wish to try something new, I am here for you, wanting."

His hand falls to Jim's hip again and squeezes pointedly. "Your pleasure amplifies mine in kind. The more you feel, the better it is for me as well."