boldygoing | Giving the Tour [for losthunter]

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Giving the Tour [for losthunter]

It has been a week or two since the Enterprise was in any kind of condition to entertain visitors. A supply run here, a survey mission there, nothing close to casual enough for Captain Kirk to justify setting aside a little time to have a guest aboard, his days taken up by the duties of command. And certainly not out in the middle of deep space, where an unexpected visitor would be more likely to be seen as a stowaway or intruder, no matter if the captain vouched for them or not.

But it has been six months since the crew's last chance for shore leave, so after the debriefings are complete, Starfleet Command gives the slightly weary crew a brief three days off while the ship's systems are inspected and recalibrated. And it's a perfect opportunity to make good on his offer from a while ago.

Jim sits at a shuttle terminal in downtown San Francisco, a gold-shirt in a small sea of red and blue, all Starfleet personnel waiting to be taken up to various starships in orbit or in Spacedock. He knows it might be a few minutes before Hunter arrives, and keeps himself busy reviewing reports on a padd, keeping an eye out for the distinctive tattoos of his invited guest.

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"Sounds like something to drink to," Hunter raises his mostly-empty glass too. And finishes it off.

Jim drains his glass too, a few shards of ice still clinging to the sides as he tilts it back and swallows. "That hits the spot."

"It does." And it makes him feel all warm inside. But being near Jim makes him feel that way too.

"So... am I allowed to see where you take command of your ship?"

Jim collects their empty glasses and puts them in a sterilization unit in the wall, a brief glowing light cleaning them in an instant. "That depends," Jim answers, putting his captain face back on, at least in part. "Civilians are allowed on the bridge at the captain's discretion, but you aren't allowed to touch anything. I know it'll be hard to keep your hands to yourself," he adds, a slightly mischievous and flirty look in his eye. "Think you can do that?"

Hunter feels that warmth in his belly get even warmer when Jim uses that captain persona. Even the little touch makes him feel tingly all over.

"Keep me hands to myself..." His eyes rove down Jim's body. Smirking all the same at that mischievous look.

"I will do my best."

He grins a little. "You have no idea how sad it is that I'll never be able to have sex in the command chair," he laments out loud, and gestures for Hunter to follow him, heading back towards the turbolift.

Hunter has to pause for a moment, before he stands to follow Jim. The lamentation almost sounds like a desire that Jim has. And he does enjoy finding ways to make Jim's desires a reality.

But it also sounds like there are reasons for his desire to be uncompleted.

And so he finds himself in an unusual situation. "Is that right?"

"Yep. Even if there wasn't someone else on the bridge at all times, the security feed would catch it and I'd get court martialed for 'conduct unbecoming' or something." Alas, it seems that this fantasy must remain as such.

"Deck One," Jim commands the lift, and it whisks them away to the top of the Enterprise's saucer section.

The bridge is an enormous circular room, consoles laid out to encircle the chair at the center, which looks out over the helm and navigations console, and the large transparent window at the very front of the bridge. The view from here is slightly less spectacular at the moment, given that Enterprise is docked, so much of the view is taken up by the large metal and glass behemoth that is Spacedock. But stars can be seen beyond the bulk of the station, and the distant light of the sun. Most of the consoles stand empty, but there are a few crewmen at work running various diagnostics, and they do not look up at the sound of the lift opening.

The center chair is occupied by a young man in science blue, a man with upswept pointed ears and a greenish tinge to his skin. He has two thick rank stripes on his uniform's wrists, and he stands as he notices who has entered the bridge. "Captain," the man says, his voice deceptively emotionless. Dark eyes quickly flick over Hunter, as well, a passionless assessment of the unfamiliar man. "I was not aware you were still aboard," he says, his gaze traveling back to the captain.

"I'm just giving a friend the tour while we're in port," Jim says, relaxed and unconcerned by his crewman's apparently unreadable face. "Hunter, this is Commander Spock, my first officer."

Hunter is very glad that Jim clarified about the security feed. Otherwise he would have been tempted to try something.

He looks around the enormous circular room, the chairs, the helm, the navigations. And the large view of the Spacedock just outside the ship. And seeing the other crewmen at work definitely puts any lingering thoughts of playfulness into the back of Hunter's mind.

Then his attention is taken by the young man in science blue. He doesn't react to the quick and passionless assessment from the other man. And when the Captain gives the introductions, he is glad to make the connection of who the young man is. That he is the Spock that Jim had spoken of so fondly.

Hunter assumes that Jim must have a lot of experience of being around someone who is so unreadable. The captain looks so relaxed and unconcerned.

"Nice to meet you. Commander Spock."

"Welcome." Spock inclines his head slightly, politely. "The Enterprise does not often entertain civilian guests," he adds, raising one razor-straight eyebrow.

"I've been wanting to show Hunter around for a while," Jim says with a shrug, and turns toward him. "So this is where the magic happens. Anything in particular catch your eye?"

Hunter feels a little 'put in his place' by Spock when he said that. And he takes the clue from Jim on how to act.

"Everything." Hunter flashes a bright smile. And he winks at Jim, the only flirting that he can do right now.

"It must be so incredible to be in command here." And he has so many questions. But not sure how to ask them.

Jim finds Spock so easy to read, thanks to the mind meld with the older Spock, that he sometimes forgets how Vulcans might appear to those who aren't used to them. So he thinks nothing of Spock's curious reaction, clearly wondering if Hunter is more to Jim than just a friend.

"It's still a real head trip sometimes," he agrees with Hunter, smiling. "But there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

"Is the center chair normally yours, when you are here?" He sort of wants to see Jim in his command chair.

"Yep. Spock minds the store when I'm busy," Jim says, and gives Spock a look, raising both eyebrows.

Whatever that look means, Spock is apparently observant enough to understand what his captain wants without needing to hear the words, raising his eyebrow again. "With your leave, captain, I must take a moment to monitor the progress of a simulation I am running," the Vulcan says, and moves across the bridge to his station, giving them at least the illusion of privacy, and temporarily turning the command chair over to the captain.

The silent communication between the captain and Spock makes Hunter wonder just a little if the Vulcan is telepathic at all. He doesn't have much in the way of mind shielding. So he really hopes not.

His attention turns to Jim, when the command chair is turned over to him. And he has a goofy look on his face.

"Is it good to be home again?"

Even though he's officially off-duty, it seems a little weird to be on the bridge without sitting down, so Jim takes his rightful place in the captain's chair, lounging in it almost like a king on his throne. "Oh yeah, absolutely. I swear this thing's starting to shape itself to my ass," he says, grinning. "It's like she was made for me."

Hunter can see how Jim is so relaxed, and yet still in command, as soon as he sits on the chair. And he really has to resist the temptation to touch him right now. He just looks so regal. And commanding.

His eyes flicker over him, memorizing every muscle, the way he sits there, to capture it in his mind. Another drawing on his 'must-do' list.

"You look absolutely handsome in that chair." He really doesn't care if someone overhears him. Because Jim was made for that chair.

"Damn straight I do." Never let it be said that Jim Kirk is a modest man. But he also smiles in appreciation of the compliment, and not just because of the sentiment expressed. The man responsible also deserves his appreciation. "Being captain's probably the hardest job I've ever done, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"I am sure you are a great captain." Hunter places his hands behind his back. For a man who wears his heart on his sleeve, it is very challenging for him not to be displaying affection right now. To not voice every thought that is racing through his head.

He turns slightly, standing near the captain's chair, so he can see out the window to the sight before him. And get a brief insight of what Jim must get to see every day he sits there.

"The things you must see. The places you must explore."

"I am in awe."

For Jim, having a familiar presence at his shoulder is second nature, comfortable and familiar. Granted, it's usually Bones or Spock, and Hunter's not in a Starfleet uniform, but it's close enough. And Jim leans back comfortably in the chair, wishing they were out in deep space, exploring the great unknown. "'For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream,'" he agrees, using another man's words yet again, finding the sentiment appropriate as ever.

Hunter glances down at Jim, smiling softly at the sight of him so comfortable in his chair. And he has to clasp his hands together, so he doesn't reach out to tussle his fingers through Jim's hair right now.

"Van Gough. An artist that I certainly admire. I considered myself quite fortunate to be invited to one of the galleries that had some of his works on display. And that they had asked me to contribute a piece to the general viewing area."

Jim swivels the chair a little to face more toward Hunter, looking up at him with interest. "What'd you submit?"

"A large canvas that depicted the bright green eyes of Kendra." Hunter purposely doesn't describe her as the witch right now. "They told me that it had an ethereal look. That one could get lost in her eyes."

Jim smiles a little. "So long as one can find their way back out again."

"That is very true." Hunter has to laugh softly. Due to Kendra's magic, there had been a experience of him actually being 'pulled' into her eyes, and seeing illusions of something that she wanted to tell him. But that story will wait for another time.

He looks around the control room again. Noting all the controls and the different people working at them, he assumes that must be how they fly the giant ship.

"You must have a great team."

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