A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-01-09 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james kirk, michael glass |
Who: Kirk and Michael Glass
What: Snowball fights and mistletoe
When: Late December
Where: Somewhere. Outside?
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Going out this time of year was always a gamble. Last time, Kirk had ended up sleeping with a good friend. Not a memory he’d ever want to forget, mind. It hadn’t even made things awkward even if he might have been the one who’d developed more feelings than her. And it still didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease her and himself about it whenever he could.
But it was still dangerous, and yet a little like gambling…
Michael didn’t know what was going on but he was enjoying it - the snow seemed to be lightening up a lot of people’s moods and just helping them get into the holiday spirit. He still wasn’t all that excited for the holidays but it was nice to see everybody else getting into it. Especially since he knew his mood was mostly due to this being the first time he’d been back in California at the holidays the past couple years.
He’d been having a difficult time sitting still and not doing anything and he didn’t have a lot of people to buy gifts for (and no idea what most of them would even want) so he was out looking for gifts. And he’d also caved at some of the toy stores and picked up some things that he was going to drop off at one of the children’s hospitals to brighten up some kids Christmas.
Jim had gotten involved in a snowball fight with some kids. Them against him, and even Captain Kirk couldn’t win against those odds. Covered in snow, he shook himself off. “Ten against one. Nice odds.”
Michael heard someone talking off to his side and was turning to see who it was, if they were talking to him and that was when he got hit by a snowball in the face from a kid. “Hey! No fair hitting a man with his hands full! At least give me a fighting chance!” He said dropping his bags in the snow off the edge of the sidewalk and bending over to make a snowball and standing up with a grin and winking at the only other adult in the area (who a part of him couldn’t help but notice wasn’t a bad looking guy). “How about we try and even those odds up just a little bit.” He was guessing that this was the guy who’d said something since he was still covered in snow.
“Sounds like a good time,” Jim commented, diving for cover behind a snow bank. He rolled out a ball of snow, listening as one of the kids called out orders. “Watch out for her, I think she’s the leader.”
Michael was grinning as he threw his snowball, hitting one of the girls in the back before joining the other man behind the snow bank. “Good to know. Think we should try and focus on her or go after her soldiers?” He said, making himself a small arsenal of snowballs to throw back.
“Take out the leader and the followers will surely crumble,” Jim suggested. He peeked back over his cover, trying to find her. “There, by the subaru.”
Michael didn’t have any military experience, outside of video games anyway, so he was perfectly willing to follow the others suggestion. “Worth a shot,” he agreed, grabbing up a snowball in each hand and poking his head out, finding the subaru and throwing a snowball at the girl near it. The first one hit the vehicle but the second one hit her in the shoulder and he ducked down quickly before she, or any of her troops, could fire back. He grinned. He hadn’t had a snowball fight in way too long.
Jim burst out of cover with an armful of snowballs. He charged at the enemy position, throwing snowballs willy nilly. But the children got their revenge for their leader. LIke something out of a war movie, Jim started taking snowballs. One to the shoulder, and another to the chest. One in the face. In slow, dramatic motion, he spun around and fell to the ground, ‘dead.’
Michael was watching over the top as Jim got ‘taken out’ by their children opponents and he gathered up his remaining ammunition and snuck out of their hiding place, throwing snowballs that missed more than they hit (on purpose in some cases) taking a few shots himself until he collapsed in the snow himself, snowballs falling to the ground around him as he ‘died’. He waited until the kids went off giggling to look over at his companion. “At least we can say we put up a good fight,” he said, sitting up and brushing snow out of his hair. He heard something jingling over his head and leaned in on impulse to kiss the other man, hard.
It had been a good time, and ‘losing’ to a bunch of kids was never a bad thing. They’d had fun, he had fun and now he was being kissed by a handsome man, which wasn’t a bad thing either. Jim went with it, kissing Michael back with all his talented enthusiasm.
Michael was in no rush for the kiss to end, even if a small voice in the back of his mind was asking him what he was doing. Kissing a stranger like this but the other man wasn’t pushing him off so...whatever happened he’d deal with it later. He reached out with one hand to rest beside the other man’s head as he let himself get lost in that...really great kiss.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably far too short, the jingle happened again, and the spell was broken. Jim drew his head back, quirking an eyebrow. “I’d say I don’t normally kiss on the first date, but that would be a lie.”
Michael couldn’t help it - he laughed at that comment about not kissing on the first date. “Trying to keep off the naughty list there?” He asked, grinning at him as he sat up slightly. “I normally don’t kiss someone I just met. At least not in the middle of the day.” There’d been a few nights on tour when he’d had probably just a little too much to drink and had ended up in the back with some groupie.
“I prefer the naughty list.” Jim winked, getting up from Michael to give him some space. “And some introductions and a drink first, but I’m flexible.”
“Looks like we got at least one thing in common. The naughty list is a lot more fun in my experience.” Michael said unable to resist giving the other man a subtle lookover at that comment about being flexible. He was obviously in good shape. “I can believe that. Introductions huh? I’m Michael Glass.”
“Jim Kirk,” he replied, offering his hand. It was a little late for introductions, but this wasn’t the first time he’d introduced himself after snogging someone.
“Well Jim - it’s a bit early in the day for me to be grabbing a drink but I’m going to be playing a gig at a bar tonight if you want to stop by and we can have one there?” Michael said, shaking his hand.
“Sounds good to me.” He gave Michael a grin. “Maybe we can chat a bit.”