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Art by G. Skywalker
Jim could see the worry etched on Spock's brow. For the first time in Jim's life, he finally felt alive. He had went out with a variety of females and a few guys as well. But, nothing could compare to this. There was this connection between them, that Jim couldn't explain. Did he want to throw it all away? Spock had done nothing wrong during their two month relationship. He wasn't the kind of guy that would purposely hurt you. Jim had Finnegan to do that. No, this was the real deal, and he would be a fool to throw it all away. Jim threw caution to the wind and smiled in Spock's direction.
Jim squeezed Spock's hand and said what was in his heart.
"I care about you Spock. I don't want to throw away what we've gained in these past two months. They've been incredible. I'd love to pose for you. How's that for an answer?" Jim said, smiling seductively.
"It pleases me, Jim. Very much." Spock replied, squeezing Jim's hand in return a smile forming on Spock's lips.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's see this apartment of yours. I'm dying to see it."
"Very well."
Spock walked towards the door of his apartment with Jim following close behind. Spock was very fortunate to have found this particular apartment. It was not far from the Academy, it was in walking distance, and it was located in a neighborhood where the majority were the non-partying type. The perfect type of people for him.
He needed peace and quiet when he returned home to study and meditate. This place was his sanctuary.
Spock placed his hand, palm open in front of the door, waiting for the computer to recognize his imprint to let him. A soft click echoed in the corridor as the door opened automatically.
Spock stepped in, waiting for Jim to follow. Jim slowly entered the apartment, feeling the heat as he walked through the doors. Seeing Jim's discomfort, Spock ordered the computer to drop the temperature in the apartment to more acceptable norms.
The lights had automatically adjusted to the two occupants and increased it's level accordingly.
"You are rather quiet Jim."
"I'm looking Spock. Checking things out. It's nice. Pretty barren, but nice."
"I haven't had the time to purchase much furnishings. Just the basics."
"Hmm... Like a bed?" Jim asked as he came close to Spock, winking at him.
"Yes, there is a bed." Spock answered, smiling.
"I really like it Spock. It suits you. Wow!!! Is that us? Can I see it up close?" Jim exclaimed as he noticed the picture Spock had taken of them both when Jim was drunk, and half naked.
"Of course, Jim."
Spock carefully removed the picture from the wall and gave it to Jim to look at.
"Damn, we look good. Shit, that's hot."
Spock slowly removed the picture from Jim's hands and placed it along the wall of his apartment.
Spock then turned towards Jim and spoke softly.
"I would appreciate another one. It would please me, immensely."
"You look amazing in that white shirt and bow tie. Did I mention that?" Jim whispered softly in Spock's ear.
"You are avoiding the reason we are here, Jim?"
"I'm not Spock. Seriously, I'm not. I'm just getting in the mood, that's all." Jim said as he kissed the pointed ear in front of him.
"There will be plenty of time later for sex, Jim. " Spock slowly removed himself from Jim and went into another room.
"Where are you going? Are we heading for bed?"
"Wait here, Jim."
Jim continued looking around the apartment while Spock was occupied in his room.
"I'm ready, Jim. Are you?" Spock asked, as he brought out his camera.