James Tiberius Kirk (
boldygoing) wrote2017-07-03 09:44 pm
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Captain's First LOL [for losthunter]
With the restrictions on his food intake finally lifted, and with months to go until the Enterprise is ready to fly again, Jim Kirk has had all the more reasons to visit the Nexus and explore, particularly the markets. Whether it's finding interesting otherworldly seedlings for Sulu, tracking down a source of authentic Vulcan kreyla for Spock, or bringing home volumes of Russian literature for Chekov, there's always something to bring back for somebody.
Jim's been warned about LOLs before. Both through the brochure he picked up the first time he arrived here, and by some Nexus veterans, namely Hunter and Samus. But in the months since he's been visiting the multiverse, he's still never seen the phenomenon, not even once.
And so it's easy to forget for a moment that he has to be cautious.
He's discovered a Jewish cafe on one corner of the commercial district that's offering free samples to passersby, and it's been ages since he's had real, hand-made vorschmack on rye. So he doesn't think twice before accepting one of the samples on offer, and there's nothing to indicate that there's anything in it other than the usual bread, fish, and other typical ingredients he'd expect. At least, not until the woman running the sample cart asks him how he likes it.
Jim fully intends on simply complimenting her on the flavor of the food, but what comes out instead is, "It's good but not as good as my Grandma Ruth used to make." He blinks in confusion. "I don't know why I just said that. I wasn't going to tell you that." And again... he says more than he intended.
"Oh dear," the woman says, looking mournfully at the sample tray. "I used the wrong seasoning again. Sorry about that." And then she whisks the tray away, vanishing into the depths of the cafe with no explanation or any indication that she plans to return.
And only now does Jim remember the warnings he was given.
"Oh shit. This is not good." He doesn't know what the hell it's done to him, aside from making him chattier than he intended to be, but he doesn't want to go home like this. Especially not when he can't be certain there won't be more coming. And there's only one person he knows he can go to for help.
Jim calls up the coordinates for Hunter's apartment, hurrying to get his ass over there, muttering to himself under his breath.
Jim's been warned about LOLs before. Both through the brochure he picked up the first time he arrived here, and by some Nexus veterans, namely Hunter and Samus. But in the months since he's been visiting the multiverse, he's still never seen the phenomenon, not even once.
And so it's easy to forget for a moment that he has to be cautious.
He's discovered a Jewish cafe on one corner of the commercial district that's offering free samples to passersby, and it's been ages since he's had real, hand-made vorschmack on rye. So he doesn't think twice before accepting one of the samples on offer, and there's nothing to indicate that there's anything in it other than the usual bread, fish, and other typical ingredients he'd expect. At least, not until the woman running the sample cart asks him how he likes it.
Jim fully intends on simply complimenting her on the flavor of the food, but what comes out instead is, "It's good but not as good as my Grandma Ruth used to make." He blinks in confusion. "I don't know why I just said that. I wasn't going to tell you that." And again... he says more than he intended.
"Oh dear," the woman says, looking mournfully at the sample tray. "I used the wrong seasoning again. Sorry about that." And then she whisks the tray away, vanishing into the depths of the cafe with no explanation or any indication that she plans to return.
And only now does Jim remember the warnings he was given.
"Oh shit. This is not good." He doesn't know what the hell it's done to him, aside from making him chattier than he intended to be, but he doesn't want to go home like this. Especially not when he can't be certain there won't be more coming. And there's only one person he knows he can go to for help.
Jim calls up the coordinates for Hunter's apartment, hurrying to get his ass over there, muttering to himself under his breath.
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And he understands the guilt about unintentionally prying secrets out of someone, too. "If it helps, you're not the first. I had a talk with Samus after I got out of the hospital, gave her the cover story about what happened, and she still figured out part of the classified bits I wasn't telling her in about thirty seconds."
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He chuckles. "That sounds like Samus."
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"I'm sorry you had to deal with my baggage on such short notice, but I'm kind of glad it was you. I'm pretty sure I don't have to get you to sign a nondisclosure agreement, right?"
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"I am sure we can create our own nondisclosure agreement." He kisses the top of Jim's head affectionately.
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Hunter squeezes his grasp a little tighter when Jim clears his throat. "I promise you Jim, that stays between you and me. Until you say something else."
[bed]
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"I know. I trust you not to talk about it." The captain tightens his grip slightly on Hunter's hand, both seeking and giving support. "With the security concerns... I've had to keep it to myself for years. I've never talked about it with anyone, not even a counselor."
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Hunter pulls Jim close to him with his free hand. "That really sucks, Jim."
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Once they pull apart a little, he adds, "Maybe we should save that conversation for another time... I think I've dumped a lot on you for one day."
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"And then if you feel up for it, we can watch a movie."
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Hunter serves them both a plate of lasagna and some Caesar salad, and sets the plates on the table. "We can do that on another day."
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He shakes his head, slightly. "My father never did any of those typical father-son traditions. No throwing the ball together. No camping. Even a supper together was a rare event."
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"But camping is a completely different thing than that..."
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"It never made me happy, since I felt like I was expected to be someone I wasn't."
Hunter smiles softly. "But my first time with a man was a completely different experience. Liberating almost. And he was very supportive and kind."
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"I was still struggling with accepting my new appearance at that time. He helped me feel handsome and sexy."
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