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[Spock set Jim down on his bed, quickly climbing over him... plundering his mouth with his tongue. He wants to own and possess this man... he wants to love him. And it's that last thought above all that is the most frightening.]

I cherish thee...[The words slip out as Spock's hands start to trail up Jim's shirt once more, reveling in the feel of skin.]

_{[ The words sank slowly into his brain as he kissed him, touched him.
Slowly it sank in that they were on his bed, in private, and hands were
going up his shirt. It all felt really good, but...}

He suddenly pushed at Spock, arms straight and locked, panting harshly, his cheeks flushed and his mind reeling. God, what was happening? ]

Spock... Spock wait...

[Spock tried to lean down to kiss the man once more, but then realized that he was being held back.
With blown eyes, he regards his Captain...]

Jim? What is wrong?

I don't... I mean... shit, Spock, I don't know.

_{[ And he really didn't. He didn't know anything and it was all a mess
in his head. He wanted to get up and run, like he had with every girl who
said those magic words, but he couldn't do that to Spock. He deserved
better, and he... he wasn't those girls. He was different. Special. So it
kept him there on the bed, but mentally he still wanted to high tail, to
run away from those words because he didn't really deserve them, didn't
know what to do with them. ]}

[Spock blinked at Jim... and tried to clear his head. The chocolate certainly hadn't helped, and he still had a boner. But Jim was panicking above him, and that was definitely a mood killer...

...what he didn't understand was why Jim was panicking. And he got the distinct feeling that Jim didn't understand why either.] Jim... I am having difficulty thinking... [Spock didn't let go of Jim quite yet.]

Yeah, no, I can tell that.

_{[ The words were more snappish than he meant to, but his mind was
reeling. He didn't know what to do, what he wanted to do. If this had been
someone else he might have just gone through with it and then up and run
when they finished. But this was Spock. Spock didn't deserve that. He
couldn't do that to Spock and he wouldn't.}

He groaned, laying his head down on Spock's shoulder, still aroused as well and biting his lip to keep from groaning as he hid his face. ]

I don't know what to do Spock... damn it

[Spock couldn't deal with Jim's emotional issues right now. He's dizzy, drunk, and aroused. As much as he wants to keep Jim here all night, to show him how much he cares for him...

...he will not do anything that Jim doesn't want to do.]

Jim... Please leave.

_{[ That stung, those words. He reared his head back, looking down at
Spock, and suddenly anger replaced the confusion. He grit his teeth and he
smacked his fist against the Vulcan's shoulder. ]}

You don't get to tell me that, you bastard! You started this, you don't get to tell me that right now!

_{[ Because he didn't want to leave, but he just wasn't sure what to do
either. It was a mess, but he knew he didn't want to leave, not yet. And
like hell he was going to leave when Spock was the one who had started this
whole little escapade. ]}

Jim... I....

[The Vulcan clutched at Jim, their connection allowing for Spock's love and devotion for his Captain to go through...

...then he leaned to the side of the bed and threw up.]

_{[ Welp, he had been relaxing - right until the other threw up.}

At first he kind of panicked, because did Vulcan's get sick? Oh shit, was chocolate poisonous to him like it was to a dog? The mood was instantly killed and Kirk scrambled off Spock to the floor. He reached out, cupping his face and pulling at his eyelid to look at his eye. ]

Spock, talk to me. How do you feel? Better? Worse? Is this because you're "drunk" or because I should go get Bones right now?

_{[ Damn Vulcan physiology! ]}

[Spock groaned, holding his stomach.]

Ch-chocolate... reaction...
[The Vulcan heaved again, his face going pale as he tried move towards the bathroom.]

Okay, okay, come on.

_{[ He helped him up and to the bathroom, glad there wasn't hair he
would have to hold back. He got him to the toilet, rubbing his back as he
thought. ]}

Okay, let me get you some water. Just stay here til you're done.

_{[ He'd need to change the sheets, but that could be handled later.
Right now he hurried to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water for
the Vulcan. ]}

[Spock was laid out on the floor tile, his head resting against the cooler surface. He had a fever, and he wasn't feeling well at all...]

Jim... I am sorry... Jim....

No, it's okay. I wouldn't have given them to you if I knew they did this to you...

_{[ He sighed, getting his head up to make him drink. When Spock had
taken at least a few sips, he put a towel beneath his head. ]}

Just lay here for a second. I need to change the sheets.

_{[ It wasn't the best place, but it wasn't the worst either. If he had
to throw up again, at least he was close to the porcelain throne.}

He rose and went to the bed, stripping the sheets and carrying them quickly to the washer, tossing them in, and pulling out a spare and giving the mattress a scrub to boot. He dressed the bed and went to Spock's room to get out new clothes for the Vulcan and came back. ]

All right, let's get you out of those and into something clean. Can you sit up?

[Spock felt a bit better, but far from well. He waved a dismissive hand in the air.]

I can dress myself... please, you have done enough.
[Yeah, now that he was relatively sober, he couldn't believe how insistent he was... he's surprised Jim is still talking to him.]

Well, humor me and get out of those clothes and hand them to me. I can put them in the wash while you change.

_{[ He held out his hands expectantly, arching his brows in a way that
said he wasn't going to be argued with on this. ]}

[Spock tries to glare, but it isn't very effective.
Gingerly, he removes his clothes and hands them to Jim... looking ashamed at the entire situation.]

Thank you Jim.

_{[ He nodded, taking them and rising, trusting Spock to work himself
into the night clothes, and figuring he wouldn't want help with that. He
went to the washer and tossed them in with the sheets and turned it on.}

He grabbed another glass of water to boot and came back to check on him. ]

Think you're okay to get up and into bed?

[Spock had managed to put on his night clothes, and was actually standing. He felt better...

...just not great.]

Yes... I believe I can manage.
[Spock is just trying not to think about what he had done to his Captain ten minutes earlier.
Something twists in his stomach at what he was going to do to Jim, whether with or without consent.]

Okay... come on then.

_{[ He motioned for Spock to come out of the bathroom, and if he was
worried about the same things that Spock was, well, he wasn't showing it.
Right now, he just wanted Spock in bed and wanted to know he wasn't going
to throw up anymore. ]}

Do you want me to get you a bowl? Just in case?

I believe.... I believe the nausea has passed.
Thank you though.

[The Vulcan gratefully climbs into bed, just trying to forget what just happened not twenty minutes ago.
Spock sighs and closes his eyes, practically asleep already...]

Jim...

Yeah?

_{[ He got the Vulcan comfortable, putting a glass of water on the
bedside just in case, debating if he should go get a bowl. You never knew
with these things.. ]}

My Jim....

[With that, the Vulcan falls asleep. Out like a light. He might not even remember that he said that. But he meant it... with all his heart.]

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