“Morning.”
For once, Jim was glad that his apartment was so ridiculously small - it meant that the first thing he got to see when he woke up was that adorable dork of a man freeze like a deer caught in headlights, fork in mouth, as if he’d been caught perpetrating a far more heinous crime than just being caught pretty much stark-bollock-naked (save for some ridiculous fun run t-shirt Jim got about two years ago - where had he found that?) eating burnt toast and beans in his boyfriend’s kitchen. It was hilarious seeing his usually so prim and composed Spock desperately trying to get rid of his ridiculous bedhead by raking his fingers through it, sporting several day’s worth of stubble, trying unsuccessfully to gracefully navigate bean-eating with a fork.
Spock swallowed and looked guilty, “Jim, you’re awake, I-“
“You know that bread’s about a week out of date, right?”
“I- What?” Spock stared down at the plate with a barely concealed look of horror, frowning a little at Jim as he doubled over in laughter.
“I think you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met,” Jim said warmly as he climbed out of bed and padded over to his boyfriend, slipping his arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the top of the head, “Let’s go out for pancakes.”
kirk/spock 21st century earth au
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