[Massive Beach Party Thread!] -- [Everyone]

[kirktastic]

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!


[OOC: This thread can run as long as we need it too, far past the 'end' of Risa Saturday night. Feel free to post anywhere, there's no order, who gives a damn about how the thread looks, just HAVE FUN!]

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[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Something you never fail to do. It was completely expected of course, this was Jim even though this was Jim in his mind (what an odd situation, he noted to himself). He half-turned away from him, beginning to walk up the hallway again. While it seemed to go on forever, and curved into what it probably a longer hallway, the side architecture began to change slightly, with larger doors of marked importance. Why the jacket? The jeans he can understand in a limited sense, the command gold as well, but not so much the jacket.

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I am who I am. Kirk said with a shrug, then looked down at himself and the jacket. He slowly slid his fingers over it, trying to ponder out Spock's question.

Honestly, I don't know. I've had this jacket since I got h... since I turned fifteen or so. It was huge on me, won it from some biker fuck. Its in my closet right now on the ship.

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The profanity was, in the least, incongruous with his mind. He didn't quite cringe at it, but the air pressed around them briefly, as if to cleanse its residue from his mental halls. It is...interesting. He still admitted, because in ways he would never expound, leather used in Terran garments fascinated him in some respects.

They came to a large door, impossible to move in a place with any real physics but easily shouldered open by Spock. The hall was somewhat familiar, though strangely easily accessed--it carried his sky, or rather, the piece of the sky that he had received from his counterpart. It's smaller, denser, and less clear than the original that Jim's seen, though on the edges of it there are those that are...true stars, straight from him to the people who were their origins. They were easy to define, bright and large points of light, apart from the substitute that took up most of the darkness above them.

See, Jim. I am not alone.

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Kirk just stared very slowly around him, amazed. It was absolutely beautiful, golden and light. He stepped forward, just a little, trying to match it to the feelings he had held in him.

Spock, this... this is... amazing... He breathed out, grinning like a mad thing. He had never seen it full and bright like this and had time to pay attention in the other Spock's mind.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

I have my counterpart to thank for the majority of it. Standing next to Jim, he lifted his hand to gesture to the broad, dense cluster of stars, fainter individually than the bright spots. That is his Vulcan. Earlier, perhaps he might have been melancholy to think of it as simply a replacement of what he had loss before, but now he had grown accustomed to it, drew strength from it, rather than being caught in the depth of his own tragedy.

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Kirk was silent for several long moments, but then he smiled softly, I was serious, you know. I want... I want the crew to be your new sky. Even if we have to build it star by star...

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His hand returned to fold with the other behind his back again, and he looked at Jim. He searched his face, studying for how genuine the statement was, despite the fact that if he lied in this meld, Spock would know.

Jim. This vocalization was quiet. Not replacing his sky, but creating a new one. He had never heard such a thing, but after this week, had enough experience to believe it may be, at least, possible. This meld supported that, too.

You do not know the magnitude of what you say. Yet... He looked down at the ground, smooth black obsidian below their feet. Your efforts are not unappreciated.

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Kirk stepped forward and slid a finger under Spock's chin, making him look up. You think magnitude of anything ever stopped me? He tilted his head, smiling. Here, without knowing how to defend himself in any fashion, it was just... Jim.

Perverted, as always, but with a deeper core of a certain sense of sweetness. Honesty, blunt as usual. Don't care. We'll do it. Together, or with Spock, or whatever.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock would have thought that because they were in the meld, not even a physical realm with their bodies just mental manifestations, that it would not have been so electric. This simple touch, coaxing him to look up into those blue eyes (that were more intense here, he was certain), Jim saying these things he didn't understand under these stars, and that the red-gold thread was probably growing and growing against his better wishes...

He brought his hand up to touch his index finger and his thumb over Jim's wrist, gently pulling it down, substituting one touch for another. His gaze held on the hand, examining the curve of his fingers, the rise and the dip of his first knuckles. ...why do you do this?

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Kirk slowly brought up Spock's hand and sighed against it a little. He was smiling, almost sadly. Because I don't want you to be alone. Was all he said, his eyes closing.

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He tensed as the hand was brought up, so close, too close, but relaxed as the motion stopped before the touch could go anymore than fingertips against his skin, a thumb pressed into his palm and fingers on the back of his hand.

Why, Jim? He asked him again, looking for an answer that made more logical sense. Your mind is independent from mine. The state of my sky will not affect you. Not ever?

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Silence reigned. The sky flickered slowly above them, and it almost seemed like Kirk wouldn't answer before he looked back up. Because it does affect me. His tone was slightly unsure but somehow also certain.

He smiled and bent his head down, brushing his lips against Spock's hand. Because you do.

Maybe it was the alcohol finally hitting him, maybe it was just the way his mind came around in the melds, maybe it was the mood. But there the words were, hanging between them.

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Lips. Jim's lips. On his hands. Jim's lips were touching his hand. And he couldn't pull it away.

His breath caught in his throat, in this meld and outside of it. Spock raised his other hand, fingertips curling around the edge of Jim's jacket, feeling the friction of the leather. You are so-- A million words were running through the undercurrent of his mind, all of them synonyms of illogical-tookind-toocompasionate-tooconfusing. --Jim.

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Can't be anything else. He mouthed the words, his lips brushing against skin as he did. He watched Spock, quiet and simply himself, that same grin on his lips. He didn't pull away, even with the slightly threatening gesture of Spock's hand.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

I am aware of that. The electricity was there the second time, too, stronger than it would be if this were a real physical sensation since there was no filter, degradation, between skin and nerves and tissue. This was a brush of mind to mind directly, more intimate than just this meld. Spock wondered if the chocolate heightened his sensitivity of this, if it was making this easier to accept.

There were many reasons he shouldn't do this, including reasons why Jim shouldn't do this, but there was another part of him that they were alone in this hall, under these stars, without any possible interruption, being so close to Jim. How could it possibly be anymore intimate than this meld he was already conducting?, didn't he already know what it was like to do this?, yet what would it feel like first hand, in this world of pure thoughts and emotions...?

Spock took the smallest step forward, his hand slipping out from Jim's loose grasp to cup the back of his head and pull him into a kiss.

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Every thought in Kirk's mind stopped entirely.

So warm... his head tilted, body shifting positions enough to match Spock's out of pure instinct. His eyes slid shut as he simply stopped thinking and felt instead. It was almost like he could taste Spock's unsureness against his lips, so gently he took a bit of control. He nudged Spock's lower lip with his own, feeling a shiver go down his spine.

Spock felt so amazingly warm, enough to make Kirk lean into the kiss, their near matching heights making it all smooth, easy, simple in every way it was not.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

It took longer than it should have for his mind to tell him that this was still wasn't something he shouldn't be doing. But it wasn't strictly romantic, and it certainly wasn't lustful: he was just getting to know Jim in one of of Jim's best methods of introduction. They had to know each other. They would get to know each other in mind, and the body was the inevitable step beyond that, almost secondary to the simple familiarity of their thoughts falling in sync.

Spock allowed his lips to part for him, warm-cool mouth and soft lips against his, enjoying the quiet gentleness of Jim's actions in contrast to his usual pursuits of this action. His hand uncurled slowly from the edge of the jacket so he could slide fingertips underneath, fingers tips brushing over the command gold fabric and the warmed inside pressing to the back of his hand as he moved it slowly towards Jim's side. Warmth, cocooning a small portion of himself in Jim's presence.

Spock's hand by his hair moved to, but more reluctantly. He curled his fingers lightly through the short hair, and then moved down a little, so his thumb slid by the back of Jim's ear and his palm could rest against the side of his neck. Knowing Jim, almost within reaching distance of finally understanding him, accepting this explanation without words of why he was so compassionate, not...afraid, of Jim, for once, as his counterpart had accused him.

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Maybe it was as inevitable as the tides that Kirk ended up kissing/touching/fucking a lot of the people that he met. It had never bothered him that most people didn't do such things, rarely even occurred to him that what he did was abnormal. Maybe it was just a remnant of his past that had never quite left him. It was, without a doubt, his best way to get to know people, even if it was done entirely unconsciously. It was part of the air he carried with him, in the sway of his body, the call of his eyes, the charm in his voice.

Despite his actions that seemed to speak to the opposite, Kirk had never seen Spock as a challenge to get into bed. He had been trying far more normal actions to get to know Spock, trying to understand his first officer despite the craziness that had happened between and around them. Yet here they were, deep in what Kirk preferred not to do, touching as naturally as could be.

Kirk slowly brought his hands to circle around Spock's waist, feeling bone and taut muscle underneath the thin shirt Spock wore. His mind briefly conjured the image of Spock as he had seen him on the beach the other day - all lanky body and pale skin and dark hair - then dropped it. Different, this. A shiver passed through him with the spark that came from the touch at the back of his ear, encouraging him to mirror Spock and bring up a hand to sink into inky black strands of hair.

He moved his mouth so he could pull lightly at Spock's lower lip with his teeth before soothing it with a lap of his tongue. The tip of his tongue tested the parting of those lips, caressing just inside, feeling the flat surface of a white tooth.

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In a distant way, Spock could feel the shadow of himself being pulled up and then dropped, could almost pick out the reasoning behind it, and was...pleased by it.

His tongue moved past his teeth just briefly to touch Jim's, not tentative but enough to show Jim he wasn't shrinking back from his motions, before it withdrew. Spock broke the kiss, space between their lips to qualify as ending it but no further than necessary. His fingers curled slightly at the back of Jim's neck as he pressed their foreheads together, quiet and calm.

His eyes may have been closed but his mind was not. Closing off one way to visualize this did not limit his awareness of how close they were standing, how he felt muscle and skin beneath his fingertips, how he felt a broad hand pressed around his waist and fingers through his hair. Minds twined together, with his identity relaxed around and among Jim's.

You care. A whispered non-question between them, hidden even from the stars above them. Spock knew (to a point--nothing was ever certain with Jim) that it wasn't of lust and love, something set apart, but--and he was still yet hesitant to admit this--perhaps just as binding. Consider it reciprocated.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It was strange, in a way. It felt like he could feel what Spock did, what Spock was thinking. Their minds were curled together like two felines in the sun, lazy and sleepy and twined. The silence might have been oppressing if it wasn't for the tiniest of drifting thoughts that came between them, nothing immediate or necessary, nothing even to be paid attention to, but simply there as they were.

It was also different, very different, from what he had shared with Bones... even with others in the past. Somehow delicate in a way neither of them were outside but might have been inside. A kiss, unsure but steady, testing the very edges of boundaries that neither of them knew the extent of, for each other or themselves.

If you asked Kirk, he didn't know the meaning of love. Love was a strange twisted emotion that destroyed people. Love meant loss and alone, unable to move on. It meant lies and changing to suit another's needs.

But it was obvious he loved. His ship, for sure, his crew, just as much. Bones, it went without saying. Even here, this fragile thing that was neither friendship nor love or could even be given a name, it showed that he could love.

...I know.

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Because he could, because this was the only place he was sure he could indulge without repercussion, Spock slid the hand down from Jim's neck. His touch graced over his neck, ghosted over his collar bone, before he could finally press his palm over that human heart (http://community.livejournal.com/newtrekslash/146337.html), slow beating and certain beneath a familiar layer of fabric.

He welcomed this. Spock would admit that, since it was otherwise impossible to deny alongside evidence: walking with, melding with, and now kissing Jim. During later meditation, he would attempt to define this. One undeniable title for Jim was his captain, and lacking any other separate word to define this specific closeness, right here, the exact definition of 'captain' was getting amended. Included were this concern, this caring, this--Spock wanted to call it protection, from a loneliness he knew could be a tangible and destructive force, eroding away at the self. This was one of many balms, warm and comforting, that kept such monsters away, but at the moment, under his fingertips, it was the strongest.

I hope this has been more pleasant than your previous melds. If it was, this was yet another victory. He would allow himself the satisfaction of accomplishment from doing something (for once) that didn't stress Jim.

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That pulled a laugh from Kirk that he just couldn't help. About a million times better. He agreed readily, rubbing his forehead slightly like a cat might have. This felt absolutely amazing.

Something invisible coiled around them both, holding the moment together, binding them together in something that Kirk had always denied. Something crimson and gold, barely caught at the corner of the eye.

Thanks. For the moment, all that had defined their connections before was gone.

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Nice laugh. Soothing, along with that little shift. It was enough to allow him to ignore that binding force in all of this. As long as he refused to visualize it, and as long as Jim lacked the ability to recognize and call it forth, it could stay blissfully hidden.

His fingers curled slightly on the gold shirt, pulling the fabric towards the centre of his palm. You are welcome, Jim. It will not always be this pleasant, given what you must learn...but I shall not discomfort you without purpose.

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Far from being able to take a little pain. Kirk murmured, the tips of his fingers playing with black strands of hair, almost as if trying to soothe Spock's grip on his shirt. He wasn't going anywhere until they were ready to go. I wanna learn... and you can learn to teach a human. With some sarcasm in there, suggesting it would be incredibly terrible to do.

Who knew. Maybe it would.

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It did relax him a little bit, his fingers splayed flat across Jim's chest again. It was always the little things with Jim. I have taught humans before, Spock reminded him. He was, after all, wearing the uniform of his lecturer years. ...though not such intimate subjects.