Tiberius James Kirk

Tiberius is the worst.

BONES LIKES LOPSIDED BUTTS TELL EVERYONE

Let’s be real here, Bones is a big ole weirdo. Who likes big ole lopsided butts.

Yep, true, so true.

He prefers my lopsided butt to yours, but who doesn’t? It must be the right kind of lopsided.

He does not and I do not. Yours is way more lopsided than mine is. 

Five minutes ago you were reminding everyone that we were identical. My butt is great.

Tiberius is the worst.

BONES LIKES LOPSIDED BUTTS TELL EVERYONE

Let’s be real here, Bones is a big ole weirdo. Who likes big ole lopsided butts.

Yep, true, so true.

He prefers my lopsided butt to yours, but who doesn’t? It must be the right kind of lopsided.

Tiberius is the worst.

BONES LIKES LOPSIDED BUTTS TELL EVERYONE

Let’s be real here, Bones is a big ole weirdo. Who likes big ole lopsided butts.

Yep, true, so true.

Tiberius is the worst.

@leonhardmccoy @kirkandbones

BONES LIKES LOPSIDED BUTTS TELL EVERYONE

Tiberius is the worst.

@leonhardmccoy @kirkandbones

DAD WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE SON

One of my favorite sons, thank you.

Yeah yeah. They’re not exclusive!

My sons are exclusive to me—and they’re the best sons anyone could have. Dirty, jealous liars though they may occasionally be.

Awwww daaaaaaaad.

DAD WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE SON

Someone’s jealous. I mean—

One of my favorite sons, thank you.

Yeah yeah. They're not exclusive!

DAD WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE SON

Sam’s a dirty jealous liar so there’s that

Someone’s jealous. I mean—

DAD WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE SON

Jim and I are so much COOLER THAN SAM THOUGH

Sam's a dirty jealous liar so there's that

DAD WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE SON

Jim and I are so much COOLER THAN SAM THOUGH

//casually let's try this again for the less depressing. #3?

"That’s cheating," Tiberius laughed, vainly restraining himself from throwing in a childish ‘I asked you first.’ He speared a potato, smirking slightly as he chewed. He thought the question over in that time, tilting his head slightly.

"Something I learned from you and your brother." He smiled a little, taking a sip from his glass of tea. Spock nodded, watching the blond across from him. "A mystery sounds amusing." He agreed, taking a bite of rice, dark eyes following blue. 

"The Red Sky of Delta Vega Prime is always a good one." Okay, so it was maybe classified a little more 'horror' than mystery but it certainly counted as both. "And before you say anything, I know there isn't such a planet as Delta Vega Prime. Suspension of disbelief, alright?"

"You’re the one who left!" /she says and then immediate sends more fight things

"Yeah, I get that," he muttered under his breath, pressing his forehead into the half-Vulcan’s shoulder with a more insistent pressure than before. He let Spock’s touch cluster him closer to the other man, loosely wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I’m just not especially happy about it."

Spock nodded slightly, his hand settling against the other man’s lower back. “I am aware.” He said quietly, letting out a soft breath. His head lowered, allowing him to lean it gently against Tiberius’. “I am sorry..I cannot say it enough to make up for what I’ve done.” 

"Good," Tib breathed into the trepidous silence. The air shifted around them, a wash of heat against his front that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand from the differential. It was far more intimate than it had been the moment before their foreheads had touched, shifted like something electric trying to find the fastest path out of him and into something else. "Please don't."

//casually let's try this again for the less depressing. #3?

"It doesn’t take much energy to eat a good meal and cuddle in front of a film, Spock," Tiberius chuckled, beaming at the other man with a charmingly lopsided smile. As much as he enjoyed three-dimensional ‘projection experiences’ when he was bored and up for something different, he was still very much fond of the flat-screen drama when he was still awake enough to be mentally active but too drained to try.

Spock looked up at him across the table, warmth flooding through him at the smile. He didn’t make the blond smile nearly enough and promised himself that he would attempt to do so more often. He flushed lightly when he caught himself staring and dropped his gaze to the bowl in front of him. He took a bite, chewing slowly. 

"That's cheating," Tiberius laughed, vainly restraining himself from throwing in a childish 'I asked you first.' He speared a potato, smirking slightly as he chewed. He thought the question over in that time, tilting his head slightly.

//casually let's try this again for the less depressing. #3?

"Oh man," Tiberius chuckled under his breath, eyes creased with pleasure. Like their parents, Jim and Tiberius expected to have deep laugh lines as they aged. You could never say they didn’t know how to enjoy life. "I don’t think I’ve been on a real proper date since high school."

The Vulcan was surprised at that. He had not expected to be the first one in a long time to provide Tiberius with a “real date.” He hadn’t even been certain that he was doing this right to begin with. 

"It doesn't take much energy to eat a good meal and cuddle in front of a film, Spock," Tiberius chuckled, beaming at the other man with a charmingly lopsided smile. As much as he enjoyed three-dimensional 'projection experiences' when he was bored and up for something different, he was still much very fond of the flat-screen drama when he was still awake enough to be mentally active but too drained to try.

"You’re the one who left!" /she says and then immediate sends more fight things

"You have this tendency to let your ‘greater good’ completely override any worry about your own life. You never think twice about yourself, Spock. There’s a difference between a calculated risk and merely choosing to ignore the high possibility of death instead of trying to minimize it."

Spock watched him, tilting his head slightly. He had never thought about it like that. It was the Vulcan way, to put others before yourself. The good of the many outweighed the good of the few or the one. He’d never considered what it was doing to Tiberius. 

"Yeah, I get that," he muttered under his breath, pressing his forehead into the half-Vulcan's shoulder with a more insistent pressure than before. He let Spock's touch cluster him closer to the other man, loosely wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I'm just not especially happy about it."