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Rambling Update, July 18, 2018

So what am I working on at present?

Well, I started the next chapter of Nine Lives. I feel like I need to move forward with this story. It’s been fun to write but Spock has been a cat for a long time now and I feel like there needs to be payoff here soon. So that’s where my thoughts are going with that story.

Otherwise I am preparing to begin penning/typing the next chapter of My Devotion. The other day I was looking at my statistics and there are a crazy insane amount of subscribers to that story. I don’t know if all of those people are still reading it but it was great to see the interest there anyway.

Everyone has their favorites and everyone wants those updated faster and next, of course, and I totally get that, so I try to update as in order as I can but also with the idea of current popularity in mind, which is why you saw some frequent updates on Idiots in Love.

As I indicated prior, though, I am coming up on a very busy month for me, August (not to mention expensive), so I will do the best I can. I am going to Solvang, the Hollywood Bowl, and San Diego, one right after the other after the other.

This weekend, I believe anyway, that I have it free. Thankfully! Then beginning with the last weekend of July (mom’s 92 birthday), I go in to the busy period until the end of August.

So anyway, look for Nine Lives coming soon. And we will see after that.

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Friday’s Musings (07/13/2018)

Friday, I finished Unbonded. This story was started at the end of May 2017, but it’s finally complete. I think this was another idea that came out of a one-shot idea that ended up being not a one-shot. I still closed it at under 20,000 words because try as I might, I am not particularly wordy.

That leaves me with the following WIPS:

My Devotion

All I Ever Wanted

The Sight

Young and Beautiful

Idiots in Love

The Love of a Lifetime

Where My Demons Hide

Didn’t We Almost Have It All

What Happened to Spock

Nine Lives

Anything

When I Loved You

The Experiment

Some of those were started quite recently and others have been around for quite a while. In the coming months (July-August) I anticipate having Anything finished and likely Idiots in Love.

This all doesn’t count Bitter Frost, which is still on hiatus and I am unclear if I will ever finish it. I started off with a lot of excitement and enthusiasm for that story but it has quite frankly died. I can’t even say why. So we will see.

When all of these are finished, if I haven’t started yet another story, which you never know about me, I will have to decide if I will continue writing Star Trek fanfiction. I have been at it since 2013 and that’s a long time. I dearly love Star Trek and Kirk and Spock specifically, so it would be hard for me to quit it all together. I can’t keep up with my brain these days. I’m always thinking of new ideas and unable to write them in a timely manner, which has absolutely, clearly, lost me some readership. I’ve seen readers come and go over the years, which I think is normal for this type of thing, but I also know there are those still on the site that have given up on reading my work. I may be fooling myself, but I don’t think it’s that my quality has gone down, but rather they don’t want to follow ongoing stories. I do understand that. And you never know if someone will disappear without ever finishing a story you’ve spent months investing reading in only to have them give up or die or whatever. I get it. I do.

August is a crazy busy month for me though, especially weekends, so I will do my best to keep updates coming as regularly as I can manage them and my sanity.

Weatherwise, in my neck of the woods, we are having typical July weather, 90s. We are having a little atypical humidity too but it’s manageable. At least, so far, knock on wood, my AC still works. You may or may not recall the horror of the dead AC last year during a beastly heatwave. It cost $500 to fix and the AC dude said that our AC was old and would only last another couple of years.

I have already bought a Christmas decoration. Yes, I know. But it was a Christmas in July sale and he was this really cool snowman. I’m not usually fond of those AT ALL but this one was cool and is battery operated and lights up, etc. I am looking forward to showing him off come Christmas. Which reminds me! I also have the Christmas story I am working on as well as the Old Married Spirk. Oiye. Only one Christmas story this year though. It’s shaping up to be a story with only Jim and Spock as the characters, so that’s kind of nice.

 

 

100 Words Continuation, June 26 2018

When Spock next opened his eyes, he was alone in bed.

“Jim?” he questioned loudly. He listened for the sound of the shower. There was nothing.

It was rare these days that his husband rose before him. In the first days of their bond, Jim’s sleep was often interrupted and he’d be up before Spock.

He could hear nothing from the other parts of the apartment.

Throwing back the covers, Spock rose from the bed, already running to the living room and kitchen.

“Jim! Jim!”

The apartment was empty.

Spock’s heart began to pound in panic.

He hurried back to the bedroom to change to go look for Jim. His fear increased when he spotted Jim’s communication device on the table by their bed.

“T’hy’la, where are you?”

The Middle…1

A sneak peak at the beginning of the next part, as my blog followers (NSFW)

“Jim, this is not appropriate,” Spock protested, flushing a light green.

Jim was straddling him on the chair in Spock’s office. Fully clothed, though.

“Oh, come on, Spock. You don’t have another class for an hour and a half.”

“True but…computer lock door.”

The door of his office sealed shut.

“You are incorrigible,” Spock murmured but without much heat behind it. Instead, he slid his hands up under Jim’s red cadet uniform. Jim leaned forward and kissed him.

“I haven’t seen you since—”

“This morning,” Spock said. “As you were leaving my apartment. Late for your class, I might add.”

Jim grinned. “You sound proud of that.”

Spock shrugged a little. “You ignored the alarm so I found a more creative way to ensure you were awake.”

Jim traced his tongue along his bottom lip. “It definitely worked. And now, well, I’m here to pay you back.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “I require no gain for the enjoyment of our intimate activities.”

“And wasn’t that a mouthful.” Jim shook his head and chuckled. “I love Vulcans.”

Spock inched a finger up Jim’s bare torso, well bare beneath his shirt. “Do you?”

“Uh-huh. The snooty way they talk. The snooty way they look.”

“Snooty? Is that a scientific term?”

“Completely. You even flirt snooty.”

“Indeed.”

“And the incredibly hot way they fuck. That’s my favorite part.”

Spock’s lips curled upward. “Mine as well.”

“I can tell,” Jim said breathlessly, as he wiggled against the hard bulge in Spock’s professor trousers. He reached down and undid the fastening of Spock’s pants. He slid down off Spock’s lap and to the floor directly in front of him.

“Jim.” Spock’s dark eyes were wide, his pupils dilated.

Jim looked up at him through lowered lashes. “You aren’t going to protest, are you, honey?”

Spock swallowed. “No. I just wanted to ensure you were comfortable.”

“Oh, I think I’m okay. And this won’t take any time at all.”

“Are you…that good then?”

“You know exactly how good I am, professor.”

Spock moaned as Jim pulled out his straining erection from the confines of his trousers and briefs. The head glistened with Vulcan pre-cum, which Jim had discovered was quite the delight. He flicked his tongue out, tasting the spicy, tangy slick.

“God, I love your taste. I really good suck your dick all damn day.”

Spock said nothing but stared intently at Jim, his face flushed, his lips pursed and looking insanely defiled.

Jim held his gaze as he closed his mouth over the double ridged thick head of Spock’s cock, sucking him in deeper, deeper, until the tip hit the back of Jim’s throat. He fought the gag reflex and won.

Spock’s ass rose up out of the chair as he arched up into Jim’s mouth. His fingers spread into Jim’s hair, as Jim knew they would, for Spock loved to hold Jim’s head as he fucked into Jim’s mouth.

In the month and a half they’d been together, Jim had learned Spock wanted to be in control, wanted to dominate, and was very vocal during sex. Of course Jim fucking loved all those things. It was like Spock had been made from the heavens for him or something.

“Jim,” Spock groaned. “Yes, Jim. Yes.”

He rolled Spock’s balls with his finger eliciting another needy moan from the Vulcan’s lips. He winced a little when Spock’s grip on his hair tightened as he rammed himself frantically between Jim’s lips.

“Jim. Jim, please. Jim. Jim!”

Jim sucked harder, deeper still, Spock’s tangy, spicy taste urging him on for he couldn’t wait for the Vulcan’s fluid to fill his mouth, coat his tongue.

Then Spock tensed, crying out Jim’s name one more time on a ragged moan and his cum began to splurt out into Jim’s mouth. He greedily sucked Spock dry, feasting on the softening cock, until Spock finally pulled out, pushing Jim away.

“Too much,” Spock rasped.

Jim grinned and wiped his mouth. His own dick was painfully hard as he stood and sat on the edge of the desk facing his lover. “You’re incredible.”

“I believe it is you who have earned that title.”

Jim dodged Spock as he went to reach for him. “Nope. Can’t.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “But—”

“I’m meeting Bones for an early dinner later and I’ve got some stuff to do before then.” Jim leaned down and pecked Spock’s lips. “You want to join us?”

“I am not certain the doctor likes me,” Spock said doubtfully as he did up his pants.

“The doctor likes you.” Jim grinned. “Will you?”

“He is a significant part of your life, therefore, I should become used to him.” Spock made a little noise which Jim knew was his version of a sigh. “I will need to shower and change.”

“Is that a yes?”

Spock nodded. “Very well.”

Jim whooped which made Spock look snooty again. It was such a great look on Spock too. Debauched snooty Vulcan.

“I love Vulcans.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes, you have said so.”

“Well and especially one in particular of course.”

“I had assumed so. Will you come to my apartment after dinner with the doctor? I find that I need to punish you.”

Jim’s lungs seized and he licked his lips, starting at Spock. “P-Punish me?”

“You are a very bad boy. Such insubordination.”

“Yes.” Jim cleared his throat, feeling a little lightheaded. Probably because all his blood was in his dick. “Definitely yes.”

The Beginning…3

This is the final part of The Beginning. I will probably start posting to AO3 soon with this but wanted you to see this last part first 🙂

James_T._Kirk_Chris_Pine_in_Trouble  “You were totally scared,” Jim said, as the door of Spock’s apartment closed behind them.

“I refute that statement.”

“Spock, you jumped ten feet in the air. Three times.”

“I was merely startled by the unexpected appearance of the apparition.”

Jim grinned as they entered the kitchen for Spock to make tea. “That’s fear, Spock.”

“My pulse was not elevated.”

“Well, now. Maybe there’s something we can do to change that.”

Spock blinked at him.

Jim’s smile widened. “You know this is our third date.”

“And there is some significance in that?”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Spock. That oh so innocent Vulcan act isn’t going to work on me. You are super-duper smart.”

“Super-duper?” That earned him that sexy one eyebrow raise.

“The point is, you know the meaning of a third date. I know you do, because you are brilliant. And you’ve been here in San Francisco for a while now. You know.”

Spock brought over Jim’s tea. “You refer to copulation.”

Jim choked on the sip he’d taken. “Uh. Well. Yeah. Although I wouldn’t have used that word.”

“But that is what you are referring to.”

Jim shrugged and started to rise. “Well, if you aren’t interested then—”

Spock growled and removed the teacup from Jim’s hand. “I am interested.” He slid his hands up Jim’s arms.

He sucked in a breath. “That did wonders for my pulse.”

“Do you want to finish your tea?”

“What tea?”

Spock nodded, his nostrils flaring, and pulled Jim toward the bedroom.

100 Words Continuation, June 12, 2018

Jim narrowed his eyes and moved his hand away. “I know that, Spock. I’m not stupid.”

“Jim, I never intended to imply that you are stupid.” Spock was suddenly feeling very weary.

“I just meant that we could go to his grave or something, that’s all.” Jim lowered his gaze. He pushed away the bowl of cream of wheat. “Not hungry.”

“Would you like to have the donut?”

Jim looked up hopefully. “Could I?”

“Yes.” Spock rose and went to the cabinet to get the powdered donut package. He brought it to Jim.

“I’m sorry,” Jim said softly.

“I know. It is fine, ashaya.”

Message…3

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Clearly that was not going to happen now. And as he reached the door of his next class, he just kept walking. And walking. Off the campus and all the way to the docks.

All the bad thoughts entered his head before he could stop them. If he would have even tried to stop them.

Please stay.

Are you crazy? I’m not sticking around here. Not with him.

Take me with you.

Get real, Jimmy. You’re a burden.

What you want doesn’t matter. You are no one.

Think you’re so smart? Well, you’re stupid. So stupid even your mother has had enough. You’re going away for a long time, Jim. You’re leaving Earth.

I was hoping you died with the rest of those losers on the planet. Damn it, we can never catch a break.

Repeat offender.

Loser. Why are you such a loser?

Burden.

You are no one.

Stupid.

Loser.

Jim scrubbed his hand over his face.

I do not believe this is working.  

His communicator beeped. Jim blew out a breath and pulled it out.

“Hey Bones.”

“Jim, where the hell are you? I’m here at the dorm. Thought we were moving you out today to Spock’s. Sulu and his boyfriend are here too.”

He clenched his eyes closed. “Yeah. That’s off.”

A long pause. “What?”

Jim walked to the edge of the plank that led to a group of sailboats. “I’m not moving in with Spock, Bones.”

“What? Why? I don’t get it.”

He crouched down and stuck his hand in the cold water. “I do.”

“But I thought—”

“Spock…Spock broke up with me.”

Another long pause and then Bones was swearing. “When? Today? I didn’t think you’d seen him. Jim—”

“I don’t know, in the middle of the night.”

“Middle of the night? You spent the night at the dorm. When did Spock come over?”

“He didn’t. He-he sent me a message.”

“Jim, that doesn’t sound like Spock.”

“Look, he said we weren’t working, Bones. How much clearer is that?”

“Jim. Where are you?”

He shook his head even though Bones couldn’t see.

“Where are you? I’ll come and get you.”

“I don’t need that. I’m fine, Bones.”

“Jim—”

Jim closed his communicator and turned it off, returning it to his pocket.

He needed a drink. Several.

He wanted to be shit-faced, is what he wanted. And then maybe he could pretend his heart hadn’t been broken into smithereens.

“Love sucks.”

Jim turned away from the docks and went up the street, looking for the nearest bar.

Maybe there’d be someone to fuck too.

 

 

100 Words Continuation, June 08, 2018

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Spock nodded. “I will inform him that a visit would be welcome.”

He brought the bowl of cream of wheat as well as the half and half over to the table in front of Jim.

Jim stared at the bowl. “Do I like this?”

“Yes, Jim.”

Jim smiled slightly and put his spoon into the bowl. “I miss our son, but you know who I also miss?”

“Who, ashaya?”

“Bones,” Jim said, matter-of-factly. “Think we can see him soon?”

Spock sat at the table next to his mate and reached for Jim’s hand. “Jim, Leonard has passed on. Remember?”

100 Words Continuation, June 05, 2018

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Recently, Suvoc had contacted Spock about coming for a visit and Spock had wondered if it would be a good idea. Perhaps he should mention it to Jim.

“Jim.”

“Yes?”

“Suvoc has indicated a desire to come for a visit.”

For a moment, Jim looked confused and Spock’s heart sank.

“Our son,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Jim said defensively. “He…doesn’t he live with us?”

“No, ashaya. He moved out, remember?”

“Oh. Yeah.” But he said it in such a way that Spock did not know if he remembered or just said what Spock wanted to hear. “Good. He should. I would like to see him.”

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