X-over fic - DC and ST:TOS

[icarus_chained]

Title:  Pleasure Planet, or Accidental Holiday
Fandoms:  DC and ST:TOS
Characters/Pairings:  Bruce/Clark and Kirk/Spock
Rating:  PG
Summary:  a dinner in comfortable company. Apologies, but not very hot.
Notes:  for Bradygirl12 and Genclay, who I think had something else in mind.
Wordcount: 388

"So tell me, Jim," Bruce Wayne smiled sharply. "In your humble opinion, what's the best way to a woman's heart?"

James Tiberius Kirk turned in the middle of the banquet to face the smirking man on the opposite side of their table. He smiled his own insincere smile. "Well, Bruce, I'd say that depends on the woman, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, certainly, certainly," the playboy from the past answered, his eyes glittering oddly. "I was merely wondering if you had any pointers. For a friend?"

Clark, sitting beside his lover, shifted a little uncomfortably. To the others near them, it probably looked like he was trying not to look embarrassed. In fact, he was striving to hide a smile. He looked to their other dinner companion, the Vulcan watching his own partner with an impressively impassive expression that Clark had to admire. Still struggling with his smirk, he reached out to touch Spock gently on the hand, enough for him to sense the question in Clark's mind. He knew the touch-telepath wasn't as ready for contact as J'onn was, but apparently dealing with people comfortable with telepathy and its manners was a boon to the man.

Is yours enjoying this as much as mine?

Spock looked at him, raising one eyebrow sardonically to disguise the small lift in the corner of his own mouth. "More, I believe," he said, soft enough that only Clark could hear, precise enough so that even at that volume it would be unmistakable. "I begin to fear we have done this resort a great disservice, in allowing them their games."

And this time Clark really did grin, watching as Bruce took to waving his fork in absentmindedly insulting motions at the starship captain, and Kirk responded with such a confident smirk that one had to wonder how many years it took to perfect. He could sense his lover's rich challenge and delight from here, and Spock, who Clark knew for a fact had his hand pressed gently against Kirk's leg beneath the table, had to be feeling it too. He turned to meet the repressive Vulcan's eyes, saw the humour and love that sparkled there, and let his smile shine clear.

But they're having so much fun!

This little accidental holiday was turning out to be quite pleasant after all.

 

He sent, and was rewarded with another hidden smile.