@cate-r-gunn (for you fam)
Jim didn’t know how he managed to drag Spock out to a legitimate date. All he knew was that they’d taken shore leave on Star Base 47, and were currently in one of those old-fashioned diners that 21st century humans successfully romanticized. Just being here made Jim have a faint yet steady rose blush on his cheeks, highlighting the sun-kissed skin and golden hair. Spock had ordered himself a mug of tea and a croissant, and had ordered Jim a mug of coffee, and a full American breakfast (scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast), which made James’ order get caught in his throat, turning a deeper shade of red.
Spock smirked vaguely at James, bringing the fresh mug of tea (green tea, by the smell of it), having obviously taken notice to it.
“Jim,” He said, voice monotone and simple. “You don’t fit the Vulcan ideals of beauty, but I still find you very attractive, even though it is illogical.” Jim felt his heart soar, and he smiled, smitten.
“Oh,” He said, trying to ignore the higher pitch his voice had taken on. “Wow… I don’t-I don’t know what to say.” He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling brightly. Just as Spock went to speak, a loud and unmistakable Southern accent boomed throughout the room.
“Goddammit, Jim!” A man stood up and took off sunglasses, the face a thoroughly unimpressed Doctor Leonard McCoy made itself apparent. “And, what, that’s it?! Jim, I’ve listened to you whine about your ‘emotionless, always serious boyfriend’ being so adverse to human pet names and human affection and then he goes and tells you that, the damn closest thing you’ll probably ever get to it, and you’re just-” Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “I’m disappointed in you. Very.” He grabbed his glasses, newspaper, and coffee, then relocated to the other side of the room, grumbling under his breath.
“Whine?” Spock asked, lifting an eyebrow in Jim’s direction. “James, I was unaware that I was whine worthy. I was under the impression that we were rather physical. Is that not the case?” Jim gave a long-suffering sigh, the flush in his cheeks draining away.
“We are, in the Vulcan sense. But in the human sense… we could be mistaken for good friends. Not everyone understands your compliments.” Myself included, Jim thinks, but keeps it to himself.
“I see,” Spock hummed, seemingly unperturbed at this. “Then the only logical choice to disprove this, yes?” Jim’s breath stilled, suddenly very curious to what Spock would do. The human’s hyper imagination began to envision spontaneous and extreme acts of love, but Spock barely moved. He simply reached across the table and took Jim’s hand, gingerly. Jim smiled faintly, enamored. Spock seemed happy with this reaction, and lifted his mug with his free hand, immediately going into deep conversation about a new mathematical breakthrough he’d recently had, writing it out on a napkin to show his lover, as Jim listened intently and stared with loving eyes.
Vulcan boyfriends were decidedly not horrible at affection.