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Jim's only been on the Yorktown station a few weeks and he's already got an assistant. He's Efficient. He waits hand and foot on Jim for whatever he needs and it's not a bad thing. Honestly it's not. The guy's got a good head on him and maybe... that's also the problem.
"Come on admiral." Luke Rogers purrs. He's leaning over Kirk's desk, brown eyes shining with want. It was no secret that Luke wanted him. He had threatened every other person on the roster for Jim's assistant just to get the position. "It's just a drink."
Jim looks up from his papers. "At your place. Which isn't appropriate. Not only am I your superior but I am also bonded."
Luke pouts. "I know that. Everyone here knows that you're married to Captain Spock. I'm not imposing anything. I just want a drink with my favorite boss. And look, we can do it at a bar if that makes you feel more comfortable."
It doesn't but he does need a distraction. He misses Spock and he can sense through the bond that he misses him too.
"Okay. One drink. That's it."
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One drink turned into three really strong ones and Jim being heffed by Luke to his apartment.
Jim....
Spock's voice breaks the silence in his head.
"Spock?"
"Hmm?" Luke is getting him out of his clothes and onto the couch. "You say something Admiral?"
"My bondmate is trying.... I need to go."
"Wait... Jim. Don't go."
Jim pulls Luke's hand from his arm. "I need to."