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Jim had won once and Spock twice. It was late and really time for bed. Spock started to put away the chess pieces as they always did when they finished. They usually did this together but right now, Jim was sitting in his chair watching Spock. Letting him leave was always the hardest part. It shouldn't be. They would see each other again in the morning. Usually they even got breakfast together so they even spent some private time together before starting to work. And still, letting Spock leave was a tiny heartbreak every time.
Spock didn't question Jim's choice not to help. He just accepted it. He put everything into the closet where it belonged and turned to Jim.
"I will go to bed now, sleep well, Jim," he said. Jim wanted to reply, wanted to wish him a good night, but the words didn't come. And this time Spock did react. He let the door, that had just opened swish shut again and returned to the table.
"Are you alright?" Spock asked.
"Please stay," Jim said, his voice only a whisper.
"I don't believe we should play another round," Spock replied. "You need to go to bed in the next 30 minutes to get the eight hours of recommended sleep for a human."
Jim smiled sadly.
"I know, I didn't want to play another round. I just wanted you to stay. But of course you wouldn't want to, I'm sorry."
Spock stepped around the table and took Jim's hand, gently pulling him off the chair.
"You wish for me to sleep here?" he asked. They were standing close to each other. Much closer then they normally would. And Jim's breath caught.
"Only if you want to," Jim replied. They were still holding hands and Jim was suddenly aware, that Spock's fingers were stroking his hand. He lifted his hand, pulling Spock's hand with himself. He pushed out his pointer and middle finger, keeping the rest of his fingers curled up, Spock immediately arranged his fingers in the same way. They locked eyes and Jim nearly got lost in Spock's dark eyes.
"I'll go change into my sleepwear, I will be back in a moment," Spock said and Jim couldn't stop smiling. Spock stepped back and vanished through the bathroom door. Jim quickly changed into his own pyjamas and Spock returned a moment later, wearing light vulcan robes. Jim intercepted him halfway through the room, putting his hands on Spock's shoulders. Spock put his hands on Jim's waist and Jim leaned in. Spock didn't shy away, he even closed the last difference between them and their lips finally met.
Jim laughed, happy and a little bit nervous.
"Come to bed?" he asked.
"I believe this was the plan," Spock replied and let Jim pull him to his bed. There wasn't a lot of room in the narrow bed, but they didn't need it, as soon as they hit the mattress, they were glued together. Jim might not get the recommended eight hours of sleep tonight.