gays in space

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock Additional Tags: Stream of Consciousness, First Time, POV First Person, Soul Bond, T'hy'la Summary:

“In my reality,” Spock says, “you only die once.”

Submissions are open for This Simple Feeling, a Kirk/Spock fanzine!

This Simple Feeling is a new monthly K/S zine, inspired by those produced in the early days of fandom! Each issue will feature fanart, fanfiction, and more from various contributors, and will be available in both print and digital format. Submissions are accepted on a rolling basis. More information on submissions here.

We look forward to seeing your submissions!

The T'hy'la Bang is an all-inclusive Kirk/Spock challenge. Create fanworks in the AOS, TOS, and mirror universes – anything goes! Share with us your love of Kirk/Spock, whatever it looks like. 

[Inspired by this Craigslist post]

[Also on AO3]

“Did you buy the avocado?” Bones demanded as Jim walked through the door. He was wrapped in his favorite kiss the chef apron. Ironic, really. When Jim had done exactly what the apron requested over a pan of sizzling bacon after their first post-exams binge drinking session as Academy roommates, Bones had slapped a spatula across Jim’s cheek.

“Bones.” Jim jumped onto a bar stool and leaned his elbows against the island counter. “I met the hottest guy at ZuZu’s tonight.”

“Don’t care.”

“He was an amazing kisser. Had a very creative tongue.”

“Don’t wanna know.”

“I didn’t think he’d be up for it, considering he’s a Vulcan.”

“Stop talking.”

“But we had the best sex I’ve ever had on the staff room couch.”

Bones muttered under his breath as he smashed a clove of garlic against the side of his knife. “Please tell me you wore a condom.”

“Oh yeah, he insisted on it.”

“So, not a complete shit head for once.”

Sighing dramatically, Jim rested his chin against his palms as he remembered the passionate stroke of his mystery man’s fingers. “He was perfect.”

The thunk thunk thunk of the knife against the chopping board as Bones furiously slaughtered a pair of tomatoes accompanied the rhythm of Jim’s beating heart. “The avocado, Jim.” Pausing, Bones reached out a hand. “Please tell me you remembered.”