Star Trek

Be aware that you too are in a state of celibacy. "

"I'm not used to romantic relationships or anything, I'm used to being free and unrestrained." Kirk scratched his hair, "Then why are you? I think you look like the kind of..." He gestured indiscriminately, "Yes Someone who settles down."

Spock's lips are pursed into a line. "Because I've…belonged to."

"...But?" Kirk didn't notice the tremor in his voice.

"But he still doesn't realize it. I haven't been able to tell him my desire for love yet."

Spock returned to that inscrutable gaze from before.Silent, quiet, and deep, those eyes seemed to burn him out of a hole, passing through many barriers and pasts that he didn't know yet, looking at him, always looking at him, until looking into the depths of his soul.

He actually wanted to ask if I knew you.Did I see you long before it all started.

But he didn't say it in the end.He is well aware of his cowardice.

Towards the end, Spock made him an offer. Kirk hesitated for a while. If this guy is really chasing him, he is too disciplined and methodical, right?But he seemed to have no reason to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

Having a cup of coffee together won't kill him, Kirk reassured himself.The sun was slanting to the west when they walked out the door, and the beam of light fell on it at this angle. Kirk raised his hand to cover the glare of the evening light, and suddenly two or three children who were laughing and playing rushed past him, bumping him into a stumble and falling backwards.In the midst of his mother's scolding, he was supported by someone, leaning on the arm of another person to stabilize his center of gravity again, and looked up to see Spock's concerned expression.

Kirk had a lump in his throat, an eerie surge of emotion.He vividly remembered Chekov explaining that Spock hated physical contact when they first met, and that time he wouldn't even shake his hand as a courtesy.But Spock's position now borders on a hug.

Moreover, this embrace seemed familiar.

temperature.breath.touch.posture.Close at hand, within reach.

He felt familiar.Familiar to the point where it shouldn't be.

37. 【Spirk/Chulu】Lonely Festival

00: 23.

He glanced at the time, only to realize that it was already so late, and a cup of coffee stayed with him until late at night.In fact, he is a person who operates according to a schedule and works regularly. He goes to bed early and wakes up early all the year round. It is really rare for him to stay up late like this.But he had too much work today, and the sudden inspection tomorrow made him have to overthrow all the lesson plans and start over.After typing the last word, he closed the computer, adjusted the knob to dim the light, took the photo at hand, and dug out another photo from the phone album, and compared them side by side.

The thin photo shows the back of a boy holding a machine gun, his back is a little thin, but his aiming posture is steady; he remembers his finger about to pull the trigger, occasionally covered with mud, but always warm and powerful.And the young man on the phone is holding a white ceramic cup with one hand and drinking coffee with his head down, his eyelashes covering his bright blue eyes; he remembers his voice, sometimes slow, sometimes lazy, mixed with bits and pieces smile.

"Spocky, you can't drink this cup of coffee, I will definitely hit the target!"

"Mr. Spock, I'll take this coffee."

One is full of juvenile joy, and the other is full of adult temptation.

"Don't go, don't say goodbye to me, Spocky—"

"…goodbye, Mr. Spock."

One is the smoke of hell, and the other is the fireworks of the world.

"Spocky!"

"Mr. Spock."

One is the past and the other is the present.

Looking at it, the attention was completely attracted to the older one, and the light of the phone dimmed until it went out.He looked at the photo with yellowed edges over and over again, and finally put it into a locked drawer, sighing deeply.

His memories are intertwined and overlapped, the past and present are chaotically forming the same timeline, approaching a little bit.

But what about the future?

After finally giving up the car and deciding to walk for some exercise, we encountered a sudden heavy rain. Kirk cursed hard, God couldn't bear to watch his healthy lifestyle change.He grabbed the apple pie paper bag he just bought and stuffed it into the pocket of the windbreaker, hoping that the oil would not get on the clothes and that the rain would not wet it, and he ran towards the street shop with his hands in front of him without any effect.

Standing under the porch, he felt that the scene of waiting for the rain to stop seemed familiar.There were a lot of people bustling around, complaining in various accents about the unexpected rain.Some people pick up their mobile phones to call their families. Kirk thinks that the only Sulu he can find is far away on the other side of the city. The option is meaningless and he can only take a taxi back; I don't know what time it is.

He pondered in his mind, belatedly noticing a car slowing to a stop in front of him.The car window was lowered halfway, revealing a certain iconic bangs.

The tone was unhurried and the expression was calm: "Mr. Kirk?"

Mr. Kirk finds these encounters wonderful and amusing: it's not the first time.As a professor at the best university here, doesn't this man have anything else to do?

Spock came down with an umbrella and walked into him.There was a small sigh of relief around. Kirk's cheeks warmed up, and he felt that this scene was a bit like love at first sight or reunion after a long absence in some romantic movie, in short, it was an encounter with a chemical reaction.The gentlemanly gentle hero who saves the beauty brings timely comfort to the distraught heroine... No no, he is the hero after all - not that he admits that he has a romantic relationship with Spock or something -

Spock tilts his head in the direction of the car, eyes focused.

Kirk breathed a sigh of relief, God bless he didn't say the dreaded "I've had the honor of giving you a ride" line.

The two men squeezed under the same umbrella that was not too big could not avoid physical contact. Their arms were awkwardly close together, and the distance from the porch to the car was much longer by a few steps.He was very close to him, and the dead breath of spring had been diluted a lot under the burial of rain, but he still didn't miss it.

He hadn't smelled this smell for some time.It doesn't follow Spock all the time, it's subtle and quick, almost secretive, at least Kirk has never heard it mentioned. Kirk starts to wonder if this smell is Spock's signature brand, or if it's a fugitive from his own misplaced memories.

He wipes his hair with a few from Spock's tissue box, but the water drips onto the leather seat.The professor didn't seem to care much, and concentrated on driving to find his way through the bustling crowd. Kirk tossed the wet and rotting tissues into the pocket trash can nearby, and suddenly remembered something, and took out the apple pie from the inside pocket of his coat - wow, what a surprise, they were intact, and there was no oil stain on the fabric , even still warm.

The smell of milk and apple dilutes the smell of damp rain in the carriage. Kirk lowered his head and sniffed, then looked to the left: "Would you like to taste it?"

Spock shook his head.Although he pursed his lips, he seemed to be in a good mood, not affected by the low air pressure at all.

"It's a coincidence to meet you here." Kirk felt himself talking to himself, "So, what are you doing here?"

"You can make your own assumptions."

"You're hinting at me."

"No."

"Absolutely. Are you trying to induce me to say something you want to hear?"

"I assure you I have no intention of it."

"I don't believe you."

"I think I can be trusted."

"Not in that regard."

Follow the steps, see the tricks and tear down the tricks. Kirk has to admit that he kind of enjoys this kind of game-like probing with Spock, which is true or false, and Spock doesn't ask, he doesn't tell, and no one will find out.Slowly simmer over low heat, there will always be someone who can't help but be the first to take the bait.

Kirk leaned back, not caring if his hair would get wet on the back of the chair.He closed his eyes and chuckled: "Your methods are really not clever enough. It's too conspicuous."

"I don't understand you."

"You understand, you just pretend not to understand, right?"

Spock doesn't answer, and Kirk opens his left eye to look at him, catching a sly smile disappearing from his lips.

"Tell me, did you coerce and lure Sulu during the art exhibition?"

"I did... plan our encounter. But no coercion was used."

"Ha, I knew it. That kid has been waiting for so long, so he won't go if he can't, he looks aggrieved. To be honest, you messed with Chekov's grades?"

"The excellence of Chekov students does not change because of my subjective judgment."

"You didn't deny it."

"I didn't... admit it."

He also said he did not admit it.Obviously ten to five, confession.

He hasn't told Spock where he's going since he got in the car, and the backing scenery on the side of the road is obviously not the direction to go home.He's silent, wondering where Spock is going to take him.

Well, actually he knew.I also know what will develop next logically.

The car stopped.The rain curtain blocked the view, wrapping them tightly in the dark and small space. The spring vibe in Spock is melting and fading, and they're stuck in a viscous atmosphere.

"I have a question, Professor." Kirk moved closer to him, eyes downcast