Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Holiday Spock

Holly is red,
Misitletoe is green
Cocao is hot
And so are you!

Friday, October 19, 2012

Q & A


As Lt. Sulu waited for his date in the Botany Lab; he played mubly-peg. Faster and faster he stabbed the razor-sharp knife between his fingers.

Yeoman Janice Rand came in and gasped “What are you doing!?”

Killing time.” He replied with a shrug.

Is it dead? She retorted, sitting by him.

Sulu threw the knife. It stuck in the side of Gertrude’s planter with a hearty thwap. He pulled Janice to him and kissed her - tenderly, deeply, passionately.

No, it can‘t be.” He sighed when they came up for air, “Because I’ll love you till the end of time.”



FIN


Friday, October 12, 2012

Trek or Treat


No Such Thing as Ghosts

The pre-Halloween party was in full swing. Halloween was a big deal in Star Fleet. The Federation had tried to clean it up by combining it with other autumn holidays, but not every planets harvest festival was as strait laced as the Puritan's Thanksgiving. The amalgam of traditions made for a Fall Festival, Carnival with bonfires and jack o'lanterns.

The Horrible Harmonizers were still singing Pumpkin carols when Missy and Solly slipped out of the mess and into his quarters. Few people paid attention to the fact that both of them were painted sky blue and wearing skimpy purple costumes. Those that did notice only laughed at exchanged "Trix er Treets" with the azure couple. In his cabin they explored the delights of sky blue skin and royal blue nipples. Solly was about to find out what color Missy had dyed her pubic hair when at 2330, the last chance alarm rang, Missy had to scrambled to make herself presentable and get into uniform. Solly said that he would wait for the graveyard shift to end and promised she wouldn't be getting much sleep.

Still Missy had been nearly late for her shift, under her uniform, she was blue from the clavicle down and her nails were painted glow-in-the dark pink. Commander Fitz had let it slide because it was a holiday and besides no one was going to see Security Officer First Class Melissa Merrimack until shift change. S/O Merrimack had not liked the way her supervisor chuckled upon received her nightly assignment she found out what was so funny.

Cargo Bay 2, shit. The small holds, shit, shit. Missy's post was inside the bay facing aft, watching the vast echoing bay. The ship's night muffled the bay in darkness. Only small safety lights picked out the walkways and exits. Starboard were the large containers made fast to the deck with straps and mag-restraints. Port were the small holds. Sixteen storerooms each with its own environmental controls. Their purpose was to hold special cargo, usually medical, sometimes-perishable foodstuffs. And sometimes-dangerous unstable hazardous material that had to be stored at constant temperatures and pressure, like tonight. S/H 4-10 had perezium. An unstable element that stabilized transporters. Missy didn't know how it worked, but she was glad it did. The Enterprise was rendezvousing with other ships in the sector and transferring perezium to them. Until it was gone someone had to guard the small holds.

It was not the unstable material was not what made Missy feel uneasy, no it was memories. Five months ago, the Klingons had boarded the ship and Missy and her team had held them off here in Cargo Bay 2. Peterson was vaporized over by the big barrels. Sanders had bled out in S/H 13. He died trying to say her name. "Merri, merri..." It seemed to echo through the bay.

No, what was that? A moan? Just cargo shifting, sure that's all. "Wake up Missy girl" she said to herself. Zero two-thirty, 31 Oct was no time to be wool-gathering. When did Halloween start anyway? On the graveyard shift, was this Halloween night or did that start after 1800. Well, it was Oct 31st and it was night. Missy was alone. Boy, I hope I'm alone. She touched her phaser for reassurance. A white flash at her right side, she jumped. Idiot! It was her glow-in the darks nail polish, glowing in the dark, when she reached for her phaser, her nails came into her peripheral vision. Now, I'm awake.

"Mmmmmaaauuuu". She couldn't deny the noise this time. Did she hear a swish of cloth too? Down towards the end of the bay. I'd better call for back up. No, Missy remembered Fitz chuckle. This was a set up. It had to be. Payback for the spring fling prank. Missy had called for backup then. Lieutenant Commander Fitz had opened the Jeffries tube and they were both covered in hot pink sticky foam. Osborne and Tshiu and laughed themselves sick. Shouting "Gotcha" and "Zhut zhut." The whole shift was laughing, live video feed to the security ready room ensured that no one would forget. Commander Fitz still thought Missy had been in on the gag. Oh, yeah, she thought giant inflatable Gorn in S/H 13 and laughed to herself.

About 10 minutes later, Missy heard a thud. Inflatable Gorns don't fall over with a resounding thud.

"Golf 5 to Golf 1, I'm going to investigate suspicious noises at the aft end of Charlie Baker 2."

"Golf 1 copies. Fiver, give my love to Sandy. Oooooh"

Damn Mendez. There's no such thing as spooks, just keep telling yourself that, girl. No such thing as spooks. Yeah, just powerful aliens that can wipe your mouth right off of your face. Or wipe you right out of existence in the blink of an eye. Nothing to worry about.

Missy sang under her breath "Go ye heroes go to glory, though ye die and end up gory." Shit, that wasn't helping. Sanders all dead and gory. He was not waiting for her in S/H 13. Cold and white and calling her name.

She stepped quietly down the row of small holds; each like a closet with a monster inside waiting to jump out.

Small holds four through ten showed green lights - in use. All the rest showed red, so far, so good. S/H 13 had a green light. Another moan/groan, the clink of a chain, the faint sound of chanting. "Mendez and the boys have pulled out all the stops." Angry and no longer scared, Missy used her security plaque to open the hatch to the hold.

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT. Missy's mind was caught in a loop. It refused to accept what she was seeing.

 

 

Commander Spock was nearly naked. He had turned towards the hatch when it opened. He wore only a witch doctor's mask, armlets and anklets of iridescent feathers, chains and beaded necklaces hung draped across his wide greenish chest. He was definably not wearing a loincloth. Rampant and proud, his forest green cock stood at two o' clock. In his right hand he held a maraca with markings similar to his mask. His left hand was still dripping with red paint.

Dr. McCoy was laying on the table/bed with body paint daubed up and down his torso. The dark green silk domino mask did nothing to disguise his identify, but rather accentuated his blue eyes. Other than the paint and the mask he was wearing a large prosthetic phallus. No, it moved, that was him, it was real, and it was really him. OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT.

Spock pushed up his mask and raised his eyebrow waiting for her to speak. She collected herself and took a deep breath. "Sir, I thought I heard an unusual noise down here, so I came to investigate, but I see that you are here…." Missy knew her face was as red as her shirt.

"Thank you, Security Officer Merrimack. If Dr. McCoy or I see anything out of the ordinary, you will be the first to know. Dismissed." And with that Spook turned back to his "patient".

Missy got out of there at warp speed. But still before the door closed she heard Bones say. "Spook, were her fingernails glowing?"

Missy Merrimak decided it was a good time to inspect the starboard side of the cargo bay. Oh, Solly, finger paint and feathers.

Meanwhile back in Lucky 13:

McCoy raised himself up on one elbow? "Are you sure we're going to be uninterrupted for the rest of the night?"

"Of course, " said Spock, "We have our own personal security guard." He leaned forward and kissed Leonard.

Spock then returned to his work. "Blueberry in honor of our honor guard. Who was very blue under that red shirt." He traced a blue line at Bone's collar, wrists and ankles, lightly kissing as he went. When he finished the left ankle, he removed the first necklace and laid it at Leonard's feet. He recommenced his rhythmic chant. Lightly brushing Leonard with the gourd rattle as he outlined his body with the beads and gold chains.

Leonard did his best to hold still. This private play was half planned, half improvisation. Moans, gasps, and shudders were allowed. In fact the encouraged, Spock the High Priest in his ministrations. Spock anointed Bones' engorged penis, red and pulsing, the head nearly purple, ripe, seeping pre-cum like juice. Spock's singsong reached its crescendo and Leonard shook like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Solemnly, Spock reached into the bag on the floor. He brought up a small red sphere and placed it in Leonard's mouth. This brought Leonard to "life." He reached up and pulled Spock down to him. They kissed fiercely. First closed mouth against closed mouth, then almost as if Spock was losing ground, unable to resist Leonard. His mouth opened slightly, this was all the opening Leonard needed. He forced his tongue into Spock's mouth. The small red pellet had not yet dissolved and served as a puck in a game of tonsil hockey. At last they broke for air and Spock knelt before Leonard.

"Oh, Lyn Ahrd, celestial god of love and pleasure. Praise be unto You. You are awake at last! How can I, your humble priest, serve you?"

Lyn Ahrd nearly choked trying to stifle a laugh. He sat up taking care not to dislodge the offerings of strings of precious gems (freshly replicated for his use only). "Stand my priest and servant; let me see thy body which doth please me well."

Spock stood and turned slowly around. As Spock turned, Leonard stroked his worshipper's chest, his thigh, his buttocks, whatever came into easy reach. Leonard embraced Spock, reveling in the feel of the paints squishing and sliding. He buried his mouth into Spock's neck, exulting in the heat and the quick pulse that he felt under his teeth and tongue. With the easy of long practice Leonard rolled the cardiac artery with his teeth. Spock hissed and gasped. Leonard changed his grip he locked his mouth just slightly above the "Pinch" place and bit hard. Spock's eyes rolled back in his head, his knees threatened to buckle. Lyn Ahrd took pity on his chief priest.

"Come, Priest, sit thou beside me." Spock settled on the altar, and they turned to face one another. Leonard traced Spock's ears with his tongue, blowing hot and cold. He kissed his way down Spock face and neck, stopping like a tourist visiting favorite spots.

Leonard stood up. He took the witch doctor's mask and hung it on the wall over Spock head. He took the rattle from Spock's hand and shook it in a mock benediction.

"Liest thou down in my place." Spock obeyed. "K'cops, art thou a willing sacrifice to me? Wilt thou give all that thou hast and all that thou art unto me?

Huskily, Spock whispered, "Yea, I am Yours. Use me as You see fit."

Leonard took a step back and took in the wonderful sight before him. Spock's face was nervous and eager. McCoy could feel the trust and amusement from his mate's mind, also the curiosity. Spock's hair was mussed from the mask, his body was smeared with the body paints. The room was warm. It released the scents of the flavored body paints. A mixture of Terrian and Vulcan fruit and spices. It smelled like the Terrian bakery at the Vulcan Academy co-mingled with sweat and musk of passion. Spock's cock stood rigid and an emerald green tower with waves of black pubic hair crashing against its base.



Again, Leonard intoned, "Wilt thou give all that thou hast and all that thou art unto me?

"Yes"

McCoy grasped the base of Spock's penis and plunged the head into his mouth. Spock cried aloud and arched his back. He had not been prepared for the delicious heat that the cinnamon candy produced when Leonard began to suck his cock with the red hot still in his mouth. McCoy laughed around his lover's shaft and began taking his "offering" in earnest. Leonard's tongue swirled around the head of Spock's penis. He moved his head and right hand together, up and down, up and down. His left hand exploring, staying where it was needed and then moving on. He felt/sensed Spock's building climax and applied pressure to a spot few knew about between the scrotum and anus. In cooler moments, Spock referred to this as a force multiplier. Right now he only knew that his brains were melting as though Lyn Ahrd was drinking them.

McCoy gently released the spent cock. He moved to Spock's head, putting one hand on the back of his neck, Leonard raised Spock's face to his and kissed him deeply, sharing the tastes of sweet, salt, cinnamon, copper and cum. 'I am a benevolent deity.' He thought. 'Yea, verily,' a happy, tired voice answered in his mind.

Stepping back, Leonard noticed the maraca that has been discarded. He picked it up and smashed it against the wall. As small tube of guren gel lay among the candies and confetti. Leonard laughed. He sprinkled Spock with confetti as he picked up the gel. He walked to the end of the table. Reaching the end of the table, he placed a rope of emeralds around his neck. Then he picked up Spock's left foot. Leonard kissed the top and then pressed the sole into his cheek.

"From crown to sole, thou art mine." He sensed an exciting smile from his lover/worshiper.



McCoy gently tugged as Spock's heels, indicating that he should scoot down to the edge of the table.

"K'cops, thou art my subject, priest, and temple. Open the portal to that divine temple that I might enter." Spock lifted his legs to his chest and spread his buttocks.



"Enter, Celestial lover. Join with me."

McCoy drew close his penis pressing against Spock's bottom; however he straightened Spock's right leg and kiss the back of his right knee. Lips, tongue, and teeth working that little used pulse point for all it was worth. Spock groaned and laughed aloud. It was "their" spot. No one else had ever kissed him there.



Now, Leonard opened the guren gel. He could not afford to get caught up in the sensory memories of this Vulcan spice. 'Tonight, we are making new memories.' He applied a liberal dollop of gel to his first and second fingers. Easing them past the moss green puckered bud, he "made way for the God of Pleasure." Pressing once on Spock's prostate to ensure he hadn't lost his audience, he withdrew his cool human fingers. Watching his lover's face, Leonard slowly pressed his way inside, until his balls were against Spock's butt. He paused relishing the feeling.

"Ahhh," They both sighed together. No more snappy, sappy dialogue. McCoy moved back and forth, pumping, slowing building up speed, like an ancient steam locomotive, the Real McCoy. Spock dropped his legs down to encircle Leonard's waist, refusing to let this "earth" bound God escape. McCoy leant forward trapping his priest's cock between their bodies. His hands grabbed Spock's waist. Passion, love, and shared joy flared in red and green fire almost visible to the naked eye, as Lyn Ahrd exploded, shooting semen deep into his sanctuary. He collapsed on K'cops chest, replete and happy.

All pretense over, Spock drew his earthly lover up so they were face to face. "It is my turn next time." Spock whispered.

"It was your turn this time." McCoy reminded him.

"Ah, yes." They kissed lightly and fell asleep.

Unnoticed, in the upper right hand corner of Small Hold 13, the ghostly remains of Sanders glowed pink with positive energy derived from the loving ritual. That was enough to wake the dead. He laughed and passed through the bulk head to share energy with Patterson.



Merry Halloween and to all a good night.

Fin





Friday, August 3, 2012

Steamy

“Voyeurism is unethical. Ensign, and punishable under Article 97 of the Star Fleet Code of Uniform of Military Justice.” Lieutenant Commander Spock said sternly, startling a female crew member intent on the view through a peep-hole into the men’s dressing room.

Ensign Charlene Travis snapped to attention, wiping her eyes, while blushing as red as her uniform. “But, but sir, Captain Kirk knows and he doesn’t seem to mind!” She stammered.

“Obviously or he would not post his shower schedule on the ship’s bulletin board.” The First Officer acknowledged lifting an eyebrow, “However, the line is blocking the corridor.”







Monday, July 2, 2012

Lombard Street

The taxi stopped at 900 Lombard St, San Francisco, California, Earth and two men got out. A Human wearing a long-sleeved, green cotton dress shirt and blue jeans, paid the driver, while the Vulcan dressed in a soft blue jump suit that covered his boots, retrieved their duffel bags from the trunk.

The taxi drove off as Commander Spock and Doctor McCoy approached the front door of their new town house. Spock’s cousin and realtor had rightly described it as Mediterranean meets Mardi Gras; from its red tiled roof to its mellow, white stucco walls, its wrap-around wrought iron balcony and dark green shutters. The double doors, that comprised main entrance, were painted the same dark green. No one in this neighborhood would notice the mixture of elements. The house was set cheek-to-jowl with a pink, early 20th century gingerbread and a 22nd century Ferro Crete block house.

The Human took the key-card out of his wallet and slapped it on the reader. After a long second, the light blinked green and the doors clicked open. During that long second, the Vulcan had set down the luggage and started to sweep the Human into his arms.


Spock, stop that!” McCoy protested. “What in tarnation do you think you’re doing?”

Spock stopped with his arm around McCoy’s shoulder. “I am attempting to carry you over the threshold.” Spock’s voice held a hint of ‘isn’t it obvious?’

“”
Preciate it, Shug.” McCoy turned and kissed Spock. “But we ought to save something for the honeymoon.”


Do not worry about the honeymoon, Lenka.” The Vulcan said quietly. He shouldered the bags and then swooped his fiancĂ© up into his arms and marched over the threshold into their new home. Len laughed and ducked his head. It wouldn’t do to have a concussion on their first night in their first home.

The Mediterranean theme was carried indoors. The walls were a cool white. The floor was glazed terra-cotta tiles that ran from the entrance one step down into the living room, through the kitchen and out onto the patio. The living room ended in an Algerian/Argelian fireplace done in white stucco with glazed mosaic tiles of gold, green, blue and some shade of ultra-violet that only Spock could discern.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty space as Len and Spock went to inspect the kitchen. It seemed to be a traditional kitchen, with a refrigerator, cook top, oven and microwave. Leonard opened a cabinet and found the food replicator.


Humph.” he grunted. “Boy, I am I relieved to see this. Some nights a body just don’t feel like cooking.”

Spock commented. “I am surprised. Aboard the Enterprise, you continually commented that you were looking forward to making homemade meals, and showing me how ’real’ food ought to taste.” He cocked his head “I believe I recall something about ratatouille and peach cobbler.”

McCoy laughed. “Yeah, sure. And the occasional steak grilled out back, but not every day.” Len lifted an eyebrow and fixed his T’hy’la’ with a knowing look. “Sometimes we will be otherwise occupied.”

Spock flushed verdantly. “Indeed.” He took Len’s hand. “Why don’t we explore the upstairs?”

The empty upstairs had magnolia walls and oatmeal tweed carpet so plush it moved underfoot and deaden sound. The sun shone through the curtain-less French windows in the front of the house.

The boys gravitated to the view. Bones watch a hover car winding down crooked Lombard St, wincing at a near miss with a giant planter of geraniums. He glanced over to Spock and saw that his eyes were closed.


What’s the matter, Spock? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights?


No, I am just appreciating the sun light and the warmth.”


With your eyes closed?” McCoy put an arm around Spock.


Yes, staring directly into a star is blinding.” Eyes closed, Spock still managed to arch an eyebrow.


I recall something along those lines.” Len gave his partner a squeeze. “Let’s see the rest of the house.”

The first bedroom was larger than an officer’s stateroom aboard the Enterprise. Its windows faced out to the street and got the afternoon sun. It shared a standard bathroom suite of toilet, sink, tub and shower/fresher, with the smaller bedroom down the hall.

At the back of the house was the master bedroom, it overlooked the back yard and would get the morning sun. It had twin walk-in closets and a master bathroom that was a paragraph in itself.

“…
.and the bed will go here.” Len concluded. “What do you think darlin’?”


I’m sure you will be quite comfortable here, as will I in the first sleeping chamber.”

McCoy grabbed Spock by the shoulders and spun him so they were facing. “The hell you will! This is our home. We can sleep together, now.” He stared intently into his lover’s face. “You know, Sleep Together”

Spock was taken aback. “I thought that ‘sleeping together’ was a euphemism for having sexual congress, not actually sharing a bed night after night.” He tried to stoke Leonard’s cheek, but Leonard turned away.


Of course it means sharing a bed night after night. That’s what normal people do, you hot-blooded hob-goblin.”


Normal people where, My Leonard? On Vulcan, people of my social order keep separate sleeping quarters. Mates come together to procreate or to practice procreation and then return to their own beds.”


Your mom must have loved that.” McCoy grumbled.

“She adapted, but then so did my father and the household staff.” Spock said with a half smile. “Think on this, beloved. I am an only child. I did not share a sleep chamber when I lived on Vulcan. At the Academy I had a roommate, but we did not share a bed. On the Enterprise, T’hy’la, you were the only person whom I ever allowed, or even wanted, to sleep over.”

Len shrugged. “I’m honored, I guess.”

Spock elaborated. “In my Star Fleet career, I have only been aboard the Enterprise…”


Fifteen years…”


Fifteen years, six months and eleven days, from Ensign in the Science Lab to Commander and First Officer, I never, literally, slept with anyone but you.” The Vulcan offered two fingers to his fiancĂ©. The Human reciprocated. Warmth, passion and the echoes of past loneliness passed along the link. “As a touch telepath, I must be careful whom I chose to share the moments when my shields are at their weakest.”

Hands weren’t enough, Leonard embraced his lover. “Darlin’, that’s about the sweetest thing you ever said to me.” They kissed deeply until they had to come up for air. Len continued. “I reckon we can make this work. After all, I recollect complaining that you kept your quarters hot enough to bake a cake…”


And you keep yours cool enough to store perishable food stuffs.”


On top of that, you spend nights on end, meditating and staring into a fire. Who lights a fire in an already sweltering room? And how did you get permission to light a fire aboard a starship?”


Now, you ask? Who keeps books and heavy (and I might add) unattractive book ends on the head of their bunk on a starship?”


The bookends were a gift from my mother.” Len huffed. “What about those red drapes?”


They were a gift from my mother when I was promoted to Lt. Commander. They provide both insulation and soundproofing.”


Living next door to Jim, you needed all the sound-proofing you could get. He‘s one busy boy.” McCoy laughed. “Speaking of busy….” McCoy’s mouth moved down Spock’s neck. Spock gasped and threw his head back. Len released the fastener on the blue jump suit and opened it down to the navel. He moved the collar away Spock’s nape began to bite and lick while his hand explored his mate’s chest.

Spock stroked Len’s soft brown hair. His hands would drift down to his partner’s neck and flit up to his ps
i-points. They had mutually agreed that they were wearing too many clothes when the door bell rang. They groaned in disappointment.

McCoy slapped this intercom button. “Yeah, who is it?”


Federated Movers, sir. We brought your furniture.” A man replied in a Georgian accent.

Spock caught Leonard’s eye. “A bed, beloved. They have brought a bed.”

A wicked grin split Len’s face. He spoke into the intercom. “We’ll be right down.”

FIN

Friday, June 22, 2012

Breakfast of Champions

This was the day. It was official. Starfleet joined the 23rd century and allowed homosexuals to serve openly in all parts of the service. Commander Spock and his lover, Doctor McCoy made plans to come out at breakfast.

They arrived at Dining Hall 1 at 0555, claimed a table in the middle of the crowded room, settled down with their usual breakfasts, and waited. Commander Spock and Lt. Commander Leonard McCoy wanted, their friend and captain, James T. Kirk to be part of this momentous occasion.

At 0601, the door swished open and Captain Kirk walked into the mess hall. Len smiled at him and waved him over. Kirk nodded acknowledgement and started over to them, when an unusual occurrence made him stop.

Ensign Rebecca Tompson, engineer third class, stood by the food dispensers; she turned facing the room and raised her hands. “Ahem, friends and shipmates, may I have your attention please,” She tugged her red Engineering standard shirt, squarely over the black pants and ran a nervous hand through her short honey-blond hair. The buzz of a full mess hall stilled. All eyes were on her. She blushed slightly. “I am a lesbian.”

The crowd cheered and applauded. Becky was bombarded with browned bread products.

Spock was appalled. “Captain, you must stop this! That brave young woman has come out to her crewmates; she doesn’t deserve such shabby treatment.”

Kirk looked at Spock with a sly, half-grin on his face. He picked up a scrummy slice and with a deft toss, cried “A toast to Engineer Tompson!”

Bones near ‘bout choked on his coffee. Jim slapped him on the back.

Tompson caught the toast in mid-air, sketched a bow to her Captain and took a big bite. Becky joined her friends at their table, receiving handshakes and well wishes along the way.

Jim sat down and took a sip of coffee. He looked over the rim of his mug at his friends, his hazel eyes dancing. “Now, gentlemen, I recall you had something you wanted to tell me this morning?”

Len gave Spock an encouraging glance and the Vulcan spoke up: “Captain, Doctor McCoy and I are a couple.” Left-handed he raised his teacup to his lips.

“A couple of whats?” Kirk asked. He wasn’t going to let’em get away this easy.

Spock began again; “Doctor McCoy and I are lovers.” He sat rigid at attention. Kirk’s opinion was the second most important in his universe.

Kirk turned to McCoy. “Well, Bones, do you concur? Are you hot for this green blooded hob-goblin?”

Len blushed. Those old insults stung. “Yeah, I love the big elf.” Leonard was fond of elves in general, thank you J. R. R. Tolkien.

“How did ‘Doctor McCoy‘, win you over Spock? Did Bones bedazzle you with his beads and rattles?”

A faint emerald flush crossed Spock’s cheeks. He and the good doctor had had a good time with beads and rattles. The captain was… “You know.” he accused.

Kirk laughed. “Of course I know. Hell, Spock we share a bathroom and a bulkhead. I may not have keen Vulcan senses, but I can tell when someone sleeps over.” Jim shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth. “McCoy leaves the sonic shower settings at near human tolerances, but the room smells like a sick bay. Seriously, Bones it’s the 23rd century. Why does sick bay have to peculiar smell?”

Bones considered flipping oatmeal onto his commanding officer. “So, you do mind that you XO and CMO are dating?” he challenged.

“In all seriousness, I am delighted that my two best friends have decided to make love not war.” He leaned across the table and touched their hands. “I guess I just a big romantic at heart.”

“Serial romantic.” Len murmured.

“So, Spock,” Jim asked causally, “Have you told your parents you’re dating your old college sweetheart?”

Spock’s eyebrows disappeared under his bangs. // My father! How did Jim know about college? // McCoy nearly did a spit take with his coffee. // Your father! // College? How did Jim know? //

“Breathe, gentlemen. I recalled some scuttlebutt about a Vulcan cadet who brought a human male to the Spring Cotillion. A quick computer search brought wonderful pictures of Cadet Spock and his lanky lothario burning up the dance floor.”

Leonard said with a heavy drawl, “Ya’ll know Ah kain’t resist a good Cotillion.” His knee grazed Spock’s.

“I was young and impressionable,” Spock explained “Leonard lead me astray.”

“My aching sacroiliac, ‘astray’? You were willin’ and eager --As Ah recall.”

“Yes, but as a future Star Fleet officer and member of the host campus, I should have lead during the dance, not my civilian date, Doctor.”

“Enough!” Jim chuckled. “You two already argue like an old married couple.”

“Indeed, Captain. Then the next logical step would be for Doctor McCoy and me to get married.”

“It may be logical, Spock, but I’d hate to lose you. What would the Enterprise do without you?” Jim said gently.

“Dammit, Jim. Gay marriage is legal. Why would that get Spock or me kicked off of the Enterprise?” Len growled.

Kirk shook his head. “It’s not gay marriage; it’s marriage,” He held up his hand to stop McCoy’s next barrage. “More to the point the Sullivans Protocol.”

Spock nodded. “The Sullivans Protocol applies to family members serving together on the same vessel under hazardous conditions.”

“Spock, once you marry our Chief Medical Officer will become your next of kin. And you have to agree that life aboard the Gray Lady is not exactly safe.”

“Bah, rules and regulations! Tell me, Captain, is there any restriction on engaged couples serving together?” A blue fire lit McCoy’s eyes.

“None that I’m aware of, Bones” Jim turned to the Vulcan. “Mr. Spock?”

“While there are no regulations specifically outlawing engaged couples, there are regulations concerning fraternization, and sexual harassment. I suspect, Leonard, that you and I will not be the only ones facing new frontiers.”

“Naw, shug. I reckon not.”

Kirk lifted up his coffee mug; “A toast, then gentlemen: To new frontiers”

FIN





Thursday, May 24, 2012

Beachy Spock

From Worth 1000

Friday, January 20, 2012