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perform_admirably) wrote2012-10-06 01:39 am
perform_admirably) wrote2012-10-06 01:39 am
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So far as Spock is aware, Jim alone has yet to be over this late into the night.
In combination with Leonard McCoy, on a few occasions, for a variety of reasons, but Spock cannot recall Jim Kirk alone having spent so many hours in Spock's company, at such a late hour - and he certainly never had spent so many of them curled on Spock's sofa. Which is, perhaps unexpectedly, large, deep, and soft enough to encourage restful sleep but not so much as to be difficult to stand from once you've sat on the cushions.
It's a bad habit, but Spock does not always find his way back to the bed once he's started working on something at the sofa.
Jim has been in the small apartment for long enough that Spock eventually puts aside his stubbornness to retreat to the bathroom to change into a pair of dark, flannel pyjamas and brush his teeth.
When he returns, whatever space he had managed to find for himself on the sofa before standing has disappeared somewhere beneath Jim's legs. He nudges one of Jim's knees with the back of his hand.
"At this hour, I would be more comfortable if you would stay until the morning. Or was this simply the plan all along, and I had not yet been duly informed?"
In combination with Leonard McCoy, on a few occasions, for a variety of reasons, but Spock cannot recall Jim Kirk alone having spent so many hours in Spock's company, at such a late hour - and he certainly never had spent so many of them curled on Spock's sofa. Which is, perhaps unexpectedly, large, deep, and soft enough to encourage restful sleep but not so much as to be difficult to stand from once you've sat on the cushions.
It's a bad habit, but Spock does not always find his way back to the bed once he's started working on something at the sofa.
Jim has been in the small apartment for long enough that Spock eventually puts aside his stubbornness to retreat to the bathroom to change into a pair of dark, flannel pyjamas and brush his teeth.
When he returns, whatever space he had managed to find for himself on the sofa before standing has disappeared somewhere beneath Jim's legs. He nudges one of Jim's knees with the back of his hand.
"At this hour, I would be more comfortable if you would stay until the morning. Or was this simply the plan all along, and I had not yet been duly informed?"
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Spock does not stiffen, but he does not react much, in confusion, at first - only relaxing into it after a few breaths, arms still held at his sides, but chin resting over the comfortable slope of Jim's shoulder.
"I would appreciate that," he says, holding his thoughts to himself, not willing to put them into the space between them. He puts a great deal of trust in Jim Kirk, but he can only hope that it will not be misinterpreted, when they leave the confines of the apartment the next day, Spock coolly respectful once again of a superior officer. As he should be.
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He drags the covers up and fits himself to Spock's back, one warm arm slung across his waist. "I don't even know how long you sleep," he confesses to Spock's shoulder. "I need about five hours. Any less and you better be waking me up with coffee or a blowjob."
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There is an intake of breath a little too sudden to be natural to Spock, as their bodies settle more completely together. Jim's mouth exhaling softly near his shoulder, the weight of his arm and the drowsy heat of him, the unfamiliar feeling of a decidedly masculine body pressed into his back.
Unfamiliar, but far from unwanted.
"Between four and six," he answers, voice gathering into something softer, breathier in all-around comfort. "We can discuss the subject of penis-sucking sometime after your coffee tomorrow morning."
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"Night, Spock."