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The pounding music and low lighting of the bar felt like home to Jim, and he relaxed on his bar stool, effortlessly knocking back a shot of whiskey. Damn Bones for getting him hooked on the stuff. His eyes roamed casually over the other patrons, looking to see which lucky girl of guy would be going home with him that night. No one particularly popped out at him, until his gaze landed on a small table in the corner with only one occupant. The man looked young, probably only around nineteen or so, and while he wasn't the most attractive person in the room – not to say he wasn't attractive, Jim added quickly in his mind, eyeing the obvious muscles under the man's tight t-shirt – he looked interesting. Jim hadn't seen a person sitting alone in a bar in a long time; at least, not one that didn't look like they'd bite your head off if you talked to them. This guy didn't seem to be drowning his sorrows, he was just… sitting. Jim, ever the curious one, was intrigued.
Slipping off his stool, he swerved around a group of scantily clad, rather drunk women with far too much make-up on who were all making eyes at him, and moved towards the table with the man sat at it. When he was stood opposite, he cleared his throat. "This seat taken?" he drawled, and the man's head rose to meet his eyes. Jim almost did a double-take; whoa, his eyes were really green. The man's lips curled into a small smirk, and he raised an eyebrow at Jim.
"I don't know, is it?" he asked in reply, eyes flashing challengingly. Jim winked at him, dropping into the seat opposite the man.
"The name's Jim. Jim Kirk," he introduced with his trademark charming smile.
"I know who you are. I'm Harrison, call me Harry," the man replied, leaning back in his chair.
"Pleased to meet you, Harry. So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this? No offence, but this doesn't seem to be your kind of scene," Jim remarked, giving the seedy bar a pointed look. Harry laughed, smiling wryly.
"I could say the same for you; prestigious starship captain, you'd think you'd be hitting all the A-list bars," he retorted. Jim grinned, giving him the point. He got the feeling he was going to like Harry.
.-.-.
Hands grabbed at hair, slick skin rubbing against slick skin, friction creating a delicious heat between their two bodies as mouths met messily, low moans echoing through the room, mixed with harsh, breathy pants. "Fuck, yes, Jim, more," Harry urged, rocking back into Jim, desperate for the man to hit that spot.
"Harry, so tight," Jim gasped, biting down on the other man's pale neck, hard enough to mark yet not enough to draw blood. The two gained a steady rhythm, Jim pounding hard and fast into the younger man, until Harry let out a loud groan, twisting his head to press his lips roughly against Jim's.
"I'm gonna…" he trailed off, biting Jim's lip, groaning into the other man's mouth as he felt his climax flood every nerve in his body. The clench of muscles around Jim's length caused the blonde to reach his own release, his hoarse shout muffled by Harry's lips. The two collapsed against each other, falling limply against the bed in a sweaty heap of limbs. Jim grinned as he regained his breath, kissing Harry once more.
"Fuck, that was good," he breathed, gaining a devious smile in reply. Harry squeezed Jim's bicep, slipping from the bed and into the bathroom, grabbing a damp cloth to clean them both up. Jim took the soiled cloth from the dark-haired man's hand, throwing it towards the open bathroom door as he tugged on Harry's hand, pulling him to fall back against his chest. "Sleep," he urged quietly, pressing a drowsy kiss against the dark purple mark on Harry's neck. Harry smiled, snuggling into Jim's embrace, twining their legs as the Captain wrapped muscular arms around his waist.
.-.-.
Harry was gone when Jim woke up the next morning, and the blonde couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He'd liked Harry; the conversation was great, and the sex, well, it spoke for itself, really. Frowning, Jim shrugged it off, dragging himself out of bed. He had a meeting with the Admiralty at 1200 hours, and he actually had to be awake for it.
Crossing the room to head to the bathroom, he raised an eyebrow at the scrap of folded paper resting on the table. Picking it up, he opened it, and felt the smile tug at his lips as he read.
Jim,
Sorry I had to leave, I had an early meeting to get to. Had a great time last night, call me before your shore leave ends, we'll do it again sometime.
Harry x
A vid-phone number was scrawled underneath, and Jim grinned, making a mental note to call Harry after his meeting. Glancing at the chronometer on his wall, he swore loudly and ran towards the shower. If he didn't get his ass into gear, he'd be late, and Pike would not be happy.
.-.-.
After the meeting – which Jim declared to be The Most Boring Meeting Ever, with capital letters – he and Spock left the conference room, and Jim looked over to his First Officer. "You got plans for the rest of shore leave?" he asked curiously. Spock nodded shortly.
"I have a relative in the area that I am visiting with for the remainder of my time on Earth," he answered, and Jim raised an eyebrow in surprise. He didn't realise Spock had any family on Earth; he supposed it must be someone from his mom's side of the family.
"Cool," he replied as the two walked down the path towards the shipyard gates. They flashed their ID badges at the gate warden, who saluted before opening them, and as Jim opened his mouth to speak he was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Hey, dad, hurry up! Mom wants you home before dinner!" Both heads turned, and two pairs of eyebrows rose at the sight of Harry jogging towards them, the wind ruffling his jet-black hair. Harry seemed to realise who Spock was with as he came closer, as his expression quickly morphed to a clear 'oh, shit!' face.
"Dad? You're Spock's son?" Jim asked incredulously, looking from one to the other. Harry ran a hand through his hair, a sheepish look on his face.
"Uh, yeah… probably should have mentioned that last night, huh?" he remarked, earning a 'no shit, Sherlock' stare in reply.
"Excuse me, but I was unaware you two were acquainted," Spock interrupted with a pointed look towards his son, clearly demanding an explanation.
"And I was unaware you had a son!" Jim shot back, his eyes turning on Harry, who had the expression of a cornered rabbit.
"Uh, yeah, see… it's a funny story…"