Guacamole

a K/S fic by Mererid
mereridkat @ aol.com
♥♂♂♥This material contains slash (gay luv), but is all rated PG.♥♂♂♥

"It's safe, Spock. I swear." He pulled the t-shirt on over his head, finger-brushed his hair into some order. "It's the guacamole I promised to bring for the barbeque."

"The avocado based dip." Spock arched an eyebrow nodding. "Interesting."

"You should try it." Jim's eyes sparkled with mischievousness. "It's totally vegetarian."

"I think that I shall pass, Jim." Spock glanced up at him. Their gaze met, Jim could feel the telepathic bond between them shimmer. "It reminds me too much of a food dish from my childhood."

"Ah." Jim nodded. "Fruit cake."

Spock frowned at him, watching his captain gather up a few things from around their shared quarters. Sunscreen, his swim trunks, and the canvas tote to carry things in. It was the canvas tote that his mother had given them when they had visited last spring. Jim had acquired a few token gifts for their friends, and Amanda had given him the tote to carry them in.

"I fail to understand your reply. 'Fruit cake'. Should I understand the reference?" Spock quizzed him.

"Probably not. It's a totally Earth food, I've never come across anything similar. Neither has Bones, we've discussed it at length." Jim came to stand in front of him, the tote held in his strong, capable hands. "It was originally started as a dessert bread made during the Christian holiday season. It has remained something of a tradition in my family, and apparently in Bones' family too. He remembers his grandma and aunts making it when he was a boy. It is an acquired taste, and it's not one I ever picked up." He smiled, shaking his head. "My mother made hers in December. It's..." He paused a moment remembering. The smell of cookies baking, how cold it was outside a contrast to the warmth in his mother's kitchen.

Spock watched him, felt the shift of the memories, and the brief burst of homesickness that blossomed and faded in Jim's chest.

Jim looked around at him, smiling. "Sorry."

"No apology necessary." The Vulcan assured him.

"The part I really hated was the hard little pieces of jellied fruit." He got everything together, and picked up the bowl of guacamole with his free hand. "Ready?"

"Indeed." Spock inclined his head. "I am prepared for this event."

Jim laughed and walked towards the door. "Let's see, we'll have burnt simulated animal flesh, various dishes of over-marinated vegetable matter, fruit drenched in a fluffed milk product, also simulated..."

"I have studied this custom of barbequing, and have mediated on the appropriate responses. I am, as Dr. McCoy would affirm, 'ready as I'll ever be'."

That made the captain laugh even more. "Look, Spock, if you want to stay on bridge and work on your experiments, I'll understand. Part of a solid, lasting relationship is being flexible."

"You have more than amply demonstrated your flexibility." Spock arched an eyebrow at him, and if Jim hadn't been more dexterous, he would have dropped the bowl of guacamole. Heat sizzled up his spine from the bond he shared with Spock. He knew exactly what Spock was referring to, and it had everything to do with what they did in bed last night.

"Spock." Jim groaned as he leaned against the wall by the lift.

"Now I shall demonstrate my flexibility." Spock stood ramrod straight beside him, hands clasped behind his back.

The lift doors whisked open and McCoy was standing there in pair of jeans and a shirt with a print so loud it made Kirk wince. "Howdy, boys. Reading to go?"

"Geez, Bones." Kirk cringed as he stepped into the lift. "Could you find a louder Hawaiian print?"

Bones grinned, eyes sparkling merrily. "Yeah, but I'm sayin' that one for the luau next week." He looked at the Vulcan. "You take that happy pill I gave you?"

"If you are referring to the olfactory inhibitor, then yes. I did take it as indicated in the instructions you gave me."

"What happy pill?" Kirk frowned, glancing between the two. At Spock he said, "You took a pill?"

"Yes." He nodded affirmatively. "Dr. McCoy suggested it would be helpful in order to 'enjoy' these festivities."

Kirk grimaced, shooting a glare at McCoy. To Spock, he said, "Cheater."

"Well, you know what I always say." McCoy beamed as the lift stopped just outside the transporter station. "Cheat to win."

"I do not believe that statement is accurate." Spock followed along behind the captain and the chief surgeon.

"You haven't ever played poker with McCoy." Jim sighed. "I'm sorry you had to take a pill."

"It was the lesser of two evils, one might say." Spock fell into step beside him. "I wished to spend the day with you 'bonding' as Lt. Uhura calls it. If this allows me to remain at your side, oblivious to the odors, than I find it acceptable."

Jim paused, looking up at that taller man, and smiled. "Thank you."

"That does not mean, however, that I am trying your 'guacamole'." Spock wrinkled his nose ever so slightly.

"Wuss!" And Jim stepped onto the transporter pad. "Three to beam down, Ensign."

"Yes, sir."

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