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Jim stepped off of the shuttle craft, gravel and sand crunching under his boots, heavy bag slung over his shoulder. He squinted, lowering his sunglasses over his eyes, and donning his cowboy hat against the hot sun. The dry heat was like a wall that hit you without warning, and without mercy. Every time he visited it was the same initial overwhelming heat, but luckily the more time he'd spent here, the quicker his body had adjusted on the next visit, and he had no doubt that this time would be the same. Only this time he wasn't visiting, he was there to stay, to live out the rest of his years, to retire.Spock followed him out, clearly coping better with the heat than Jim, even with his thick travel robe, and the three bags weighing him down. Jim knew better by now than to argue with Spock about trying to carry as many bags as him, especially with the heat and minor atmospheric differences that made it slightly more difficult for a human to breathe and cope.Jim took a few deep breaths, determined to adjust to the planet as quickly as possible before Spock tried to stick him with a hypo to help, “Ah,” he exhaled loudly, arms spread wide, “welcome home, Spock.”“It is your home too now, ashayam,” Spock reminded him fondly from just behind his right shoulder.“I know, but it’s a little different since you’re actually from here,” Jim told him with a light brush in their bond.“I suppose,” Spock conceded, prodding Jim back through the bond, “come, tal-kam sa-telsu, let us get out of the heat.”It didn’t take long for Spock to acquire them private transport, they loaded their bags into the spacious luggage compartment, and then themselves into the back seat. Jim wriggled, getting comfortable in the soft seating, then held out two fingers for a kiss, and his Vulcan accepted it immediately, Jim’s excitement sizzling in their connection, and Spock’s amusement drifting back in return.“If I were not Vulcan, and it was not my own mother that we were on our way to see, I believe I would be rightfully jealous of your excitement,” Spock commented quietly, lips twitching.“Lucky Vulcans don’t get jealous then,” Jim teased, bumping his knee against Spock’s and grinning at him, “besides, you should be glad that your mother and I get along so well.”Spock raised an eyebrow at him, “Too well; you encourage each other’s illogical behaviour far too often…however, I am pleased to know that you will both have the company of another while myself and my father are at work.”“I still can’t believe that I agreed to retire with you, and you decided to go get a retirement job,” the complaint was an old one by now.Spock set him with a look that said he was tired of reminding his husband of the fact, but would tell him again regardless, “Jim, I only retired from Starfleet, and while I have no doubt that your boundless energy and knack for finding trouble could keep us busy for many years, I am still considerably young for a Vulcan, and it would be a waste of my abilities to not contribute in some way.”“I know, Spock, and I understand, really I do…I guess I just liked the idea of having you all to myself every day. That’s how I always imagined us retiring,” he admitted softly, attention drifting to his hands.Spock caressed him in the bond and Jim raised his gaze to meet familiar brown eyes, “Parted from me, but never parted,” Spock murmured, but the bond echoed it loudly.“Always touching, and touched,” Jim responded both aloud and in the bond.“You will never be without me, t’hy’la,” Spock promised, hand cupping the back of Jim’s head, fingers sinking into his hair, and drawing him in close enough to kiss his forehead.It wasn’t a long trip to Spock’s parent’s estate, and so in a short time they were back out in the heat again, hat and sunglasses back in place as they gathered up their belongings from the transport and made their way up the path, through the desert garden to the front door of the old, but elaborately crafted, house.Jim, having more free hands than Spock, rang the door bell, subtly leaning against the frame as he did so, having not yet adjusted to the atmosphere. Spock gave him a knowing look, and Jim was just about to tell his husband that he was fine when an elderly woman with a welcoming smile opened the door.“Spock! Jim!” she cried happily, “My sons are finally home.”“It’s wonderful to see you again, Amanda,” Jim confessed, allowing himself to be drawn into a tight hug by his surprisingly strong mother-in-law.“You look well, mother,” Spock stated softly, and Jim could sense the relief in his bondmate. Amanda was at the far end of the standard human lifespan, and Jim knew that Spock worried over her health; it was another reason that Jim would make sure to spend much of his free time with her. Of course, the pair got on like a house on fire, and he loved spending time with his mother-in-law regardless of the motive.“I am, thank you, Spock, even more so now that you two are here,” she admitted, stepping back to allow them into the house.Once inside, Spock dropped their bags in the entrance hall and lightly embraced his mother, lingering a moment longer than usual.“Oh,” she gasped quietly, securing her arms around her son a little tighter. “Is everything alright?”When Spock didn’t respond, Jim answered for him, “We’re both just happy to be here,” he assured her as he put down his own bag and removed his hat and sunglasses, sitting the hat on his bag and tucking one arm of his glasses into the front of his shirt.Spock agreed with a nod as he pulled back, and cleared his throat, “I shall fetch us some water,” he announced, heading for the kitchen.Jim brushed him supportively in the bond as he went, and smiled at Amanda, “This is going to be an adjustment for both of us.”“I have no doubt,” she acknowledged knowingly, “come sit for a while, it feels like an age since I’ve seen you both,” she said heading for the living area where guests were entertained.Jim settled into the comfortable two seater sofa, while Amanda took up the one seater, and Spock came in with three glasses and a jug of chilled water. He poured them each a glass, setting them all on the coffee table and then took his seat next to Jim, knees bumping as he did so.Spock was far more openly affectionate with Jim, and more in tune with his emotions and himself, than he had been in the past, expressing a desire to not waste a moment after far too many close calls in which they could have – and had - lost each other. This had extended to his mother also as he’d accepted his human half more, finding an appropriate balance that he could live with. Jim was proud of the growth he’d seen in his husband, encouraging him little by little to be more comfortable in his person.“I trust your travel went smoothly?” Amanda inquired.Spock nodded, “It was adequate. Have the rest of our belongings arrived yet?”“Yes, they’ve been taken down to your new home,” she told them, a delighted glimmer in her eyes, “though I instructed the men to leave everything boxed up, I thought that you would both prefer to decorate the house how you desired. It has been furnished, however, I made the choices myself, so I hope that you both like the selections I chose.”“I’m sure that we’ll like it, I know you to have good taste, Amanda,” Jim assured her, an anxious, excited energy flowing through him. He took a glass of water to give his hands something to do, sipping at it.“Thank you, Jim, luckily I’ve been able to get a good idea of what you find appealing over the years,” Amanda smiled.Jim bumped Spock with his shoulder, “Besides a certain handsome Vulcan, you mean.”“And here I thought mother was referring to your preference for antiques, and knack for getting into trouble,” Spock teased him back.“Why can’t it be both?” Jim grinned, their easy banter as natural as breathing after so many years.“Ah, of course, you are indeed a man of many interests and talents, and I am certain that mother has no doubt discovered this for herself,” Spock told him, tone indicating that they should save further discussion for later.“It is true, however I’m sure that there is more of the great Captain Kirk of the USS Enterprise to uncover,” amusement twinkling in Amanda’s eyes as she watched them.“Well, Amanda, if you wanted to know more, you merely had to ask,” Jim invited, turning his bright smile from his husband to his mother-in-law.“Hmm, I might have to take you up on that now that you’re here permanently,” she told him.“I had hoped that you might help Jim to occupy his time while I am busy with work,” Spock interjected.“I don’t need a babysitter, Spock, I’m capable of occupying myself,” Jim announced, feigning offence.“Do you not?” Spock raised an amused eyebrow, “How many times have I left you alone, only to find that you have gotten yourself into some kind of trouble in my absence?”“Well, that’s your fault for leaving me alone,” Jim rebutted, then turned to Amanda, “in this instance though, I would enjoy spending time with my mother-in-law, but not because I need to ‘occupy my time.’ It would be because her company is delightful.”Amanda’s lips twitched, “Ever the charmer, Jim. And don’t worry, Spock, I’ll keep your husband out of trouble. Will you be dropping him off before work, and collecting him on the way home?” she asked lightly, teasing them both.Jim gave a dramatic gasp, “And here I thought you were on my side!”“Jim, dear, I am on both of your sides,” she replied suavely.“It may be for the best if I do so, there would be no telling what kind of mischief he may find on the short path between houses if left unattended. Should I pack him lunch?” Spock queried, talking as if Jim were his child, not his husband.“Unbelievable,” Jim threw his hands in the air, then crossed them over his chest, but he couldn’t keep the telling smile off of his face.The current in the bond was strongly flowing both ways with fondness, contentedness, and deep amusement.“Oh, no need, I’m sure that I know how to feed your husband by now,” Amanda winked at Jim, and then posed a slightly more serious question, “you are going to spend some time just enjoying retired life together before you start work at the Vulcan Science Academy, though right?”“My work shall commence in approximately one month,” Spock answered carefully neutral.“That’s not very long.”“That’s what I said,” Jim huffed, it was something they had discussed at length, and ultimately they had negotiated it to a month, and only working a maximum of half the week, “but it’s what we’ve agreed on.”Spock offered Jim two fingers, raised just high enough for Jim to see them. Jim reciprocated the ozh’esta, knowing that it was a sign of appreciation on Spock’s part.“I see,” she acknowledged, “make the most of that time then.”“I intend to,” Jim confirmed, before drinking the rest of his water.“I believe much of it will be unpacking, and settling into our new lives,” Spock added.“Hm, the unpacking is not the priority here, sa-fu,” Amanda informed her son, glancing at Jim as she spoke.“It is not?” Spock responded.“No, Spock. I’m not going to tell you what it is, but I’m sure that you will figure it out without Jim having to spell it out for you,” Amanda was a wise woman, it was one of the many reasons Jim adored her.Spock looked contemplative, so Jim spoke instead, “Well, on that note, I suppose that we should actually go and see our new home.”“Yes! Go explore, do come back for dinner though, I’m making both of your favourites,” Amanda announced happily, rising from the sofa.Jim, who had risen at the same time, stepped around the coffee table to hug his mother-in-law again, “Amanda, you spoil us.”“Oh, it’s nothing,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand as they parted, “that’s what mothers do.”They left soon after, gathering up their bags, and taking the path to the east side of the house, and following it down to what used to be the guest house. Spock’s parents had immediately begun renovations and extensions once the couple had expressed their desire to retire on Vulcan. They hadn’t seen it yet, but as they approached, and the house came properly into view, Jim already knew that it would be perfect.There was a similar desert garden to the main house out the front, in fact it looked quite similar to the main house, but a bit smaller, and more modern.“Home, sweet home,” Jim announced as they opened the door. He went to step over the threshold, but Spock’s hand on his wrist stopped him. Jim turned back to his husband and was met with a passionate kiss, and a lot of emotions through the bond.“Jim, this…I…” Spock tried, resting his forehead against Jim’s, but he didn’t need to finish, Jim understood.“It’s okay, ashayam, I know. We’ve earned this, and I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you. Let’s see our new home,” he encouraged, tugging Spock over the threshold with him.It was perfect, even with the boxes scattered about the place.“I think that this will be quite sufficient,” Spock uttered, both of them glancing around.“Well, it’s no Enterprise, but it’ll do,” he grinned as Spock’s gaze found him.“It is home, because you are here with me,” Spock admitted, “just as it was aboard the Enterprise.”Jim’s grin softened into a lovey smile, “You say the most romantic things sometimes,” he informed his husband, kissing him again, for the first time in their house.“You deserve to hear such things, and more,” the Vulcan stated softly, pressing his lips against Jim’s once more, while his fingers slid down Jim’s arm to run over the bare skin of his hand and tangle their fingers together.“Mmm,” Jim hummed contentedly, “keep this up and the bedroom will be the only room that we’ll see before dinner.”“Jim,” Spock scolded lightly.Jim rolled his eyes fondly, “You forget that I can tell that you’re just as excited by the thought as I am, ashal-veh.”“Be that as it may, you are the incorrigible one,” Spock declared, stepping back to finally put down the bags he’d been carrying. Offering his arm to his bondmate, Spock announced, “Come, tal-kam sa-telsu, let us see the rest of the house before you whisk us away for all manner of no doubt pleasurable, and depraved things.”A smirk crossed Jim’s face as he too put down his bag, and took his lover’s arm. They moved through the house, pointing out things that they indeed liked, or desired to shift the placement of. They weren’t lack for rooms or space, which was perfect for the plans Jim had for later when they’d properly settled into their new lives. There was even a lab for Spock to cultivate his experiments, and a library to house all of Jim’s old Terran paper novels, with spaces for valuable antique trinkets.“Wow, your parents went all out,” Jim commented as they arrived finally at their bedroom, uncertain how he would ever repay them for such kindness and generosity.“I may have had a hand in the design, and asked for some specific elements,” Spock admitted, coming in behind Jim and wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist, his chin resting on Jim’s shoulder momentarily. “The bed, however, was mother’s idea.”Their bed was oversized, not monstrous, but bigger than they were used to. Jim chuckled, “She clearly doesn’t realise that we basically sleep on top of each other.”“I do not believe that she chose this size for sleeping, t’nash-veh ashaya,” Spock clarified, both amusement and mortification in his tone.“Ohhh, well…I suppose that we have a duty to test it out then,” Jim suggested, shifting his hips just a little to push his ass back into Spock’s crotch.“I promise that we will, however it will need to wait until later, we are due for dinner soon, and I would like to freshen up beforehand,” Spock let go of Jim as he spoke and went into their ensuite to find it already set up with fresh linen and some basic toiletries.It was only at Spock’s words that Jim realised that he too needed a shower after travelling, and the Vulcan heat, “Good idea, mind if I join you?”“Do I ever?”“No,” Jim smiled smugly.Spock went out to grab their bags, which held fresh clothes, and more personal items. He sat them on the bed, and both of them picked out new outfits, and Jim grabbed out their toiletries taking them into the bathroom, and turning on the shower before stripping off.Jim knew when Spock had spotted him, a whisper of lust seeped through the bond as Jim got in the shower, letting the water cascade over him while he waited. Moments later a naked Spock joined him, immediately crowding against him in the generously sized shower, hands skimming down Jim’s sides.“I realise that it is pointless now, but I was mistaken in thinking that we could keep our hands to ourselves and merely use the shower for it’s sole purpose.”Jim chuckled as he turned around to face his husband, “Did you really think that, or is that how you’re logic-ing your way around this?”“I choose not to dignify that with a response,” Spock replied, grabbing their body wash and using it as a reason to put his hands all over Jim’s torso.A sigh of approval left him before he said, “I knew you were just as keen to get me naked, as I was you.”“It is difficult not to be when I have such an alluring bondmate, one that makes it well known how much he desires me in return,” Spock’s voice in his ear as the Vulcan kissed his neck, hands slipping down over the bumps of his ribs, to find purchase on Jim’s ass cheeks, bringing their bodies flush together.Jim gasped, feeling how hard his husband was against his own growingly interested member, “I think it might have something to do with your increasing sex drive too.”“Hmm,” Spock considered as he sucked a mark into Jim’s collarbone, “that may also be a contributing factor. However, I do not think that I would be as interested if I did not have you to spur these feelings.”“I love you,” Jim declared, feeling a little emotional after everything that day, and the loving things Spock had said. He slid his fingers into wet, black hair, and pulled his husband in for a passionate kiss, their hips starting to move of their own accord, bringing an added pleasure to the moment.Jim felt his sentiment returned exponentially through the bond as their tongues curled around each other, deepening the kiss. They didn’t always need to say things, and sometimes the feeling was clearer, stronger, better understood when it was spoken with their souls not their words.Gaining another pump of body wash, Spock drove them back against the cool tiles without breaking the kiss. His large, soap slick hand wormed between their bodies to wrap around their erections, intensifying the friction of flesh against flesh as he moved his hand on them both. Simultaneously, Spock’s other hand found the one of Jim’s not in his hair and flung them both into the wall next to their heads, two fingers rubbing incessantly against two of Jim’s.The kiss was filthy by Vulcan standards, and Spock shared the way it affected him through the bond, making Jim’s own actions, via hips, mouth, and fingers just that tad more wanton. Pleasured moans accompanied breathless words of encouragement as they writhed against each other, lost in the moment, the rest of the world fading away as it often did when they were together like that. The sound of the water rushing past and over them merely white noise, pushed into the background, all of their focus on each other, and racing toward the climax.“Ah, Spock,” cried Jim, feeling the heat building quickly in his groin, coiling like a spring, ready to release at any moment.“Jim, my Jim,” Spock groaned, teeth dragging out Jim’s lower lip before nipping wildly at his lightly stubbled chin.Jim’s hand fell from Spock’s hair to scrape down the Vulcan’s back, leaving green lines, as his hips stuttered, body shuddering. Jim’s head hit the tiles, eyes closed as his lover’s ministrations pushed him over the edge, bringing his release over their chests, “Ngghhh, fucking hell,” he marvelled, panting loudly.“Oh, ah, mmnnn,” Spock followed seconds later, his face buried in his bondmate’s shoulder, hips making little aborted thrusts, milking every ounce of pleasure from them both.Jim’s fingers made soothing trails over the green marks he’d made on Spock’s back once the Vulcan had slumped against him, giving them both time to recover enough to go about the task they’d originally entered the shower for.Spock’s head eventually rose off of Jim’s shoulder, and he met the Vulcan’s sated expression with a loving, albeit cheeky, smile.“Well, that’s one room christened, can’t wait to do the rest.”Spock shook his head fondly, and then pressed a light kiss to Jim’s lips, “Incorrigible,” he reiterated.“Says the one who started it,” Jim chuckled, pushing them back so that they were both under the water and could begin washing themselves properly.“Is that how you recall it?”“Of course you would blame me,” Jim rolled his eyes, but really he didn’t care either way, it was just part of their usual playful banter.“Evidence would suggest that you are to blame for a large portion of our sexual encounters,” Spock informed him, voice factual, but his eyes expressed other things.“Is that so?”“Indeed, though I find myself readily anticipating your seduction techniques and antics for the rest of our lives,” Spock admitted, a comely silkiness to his words.“The rest of our lives, huh?” Jim smirked, shimmying closer to his husband, and pulling him into a brief but teasing kiss, flicking his tongue against teeth, and green toned lips, “I like the sound of that.”