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Pancakes, its always pancakes or waffles. Now dont get me wrong, they’re the best bloody pancakes and waffles you’re ever going to get, but still its always the same.
“Pyxie, Pyxie!” I hear him say, “Are you even paying attention to me?”
“Yes, Chris im listening,” I reply
“Really? What was i saying then?”
“Umm, something about a new recipe?” i ask hopefully,
“Testosterone, Pyxie.” he says with a sigh, “Have you taken it yet?”
“No,”
The reply I get, a raised eyebrow directed towards the bathroom. As I get up he follows, once in the bathroom i jump up onto the bench while he grabs the shot.
“Hold still.” he says
“How many times have we done this, you dont have to tell me everytime,” I whine
“Apparently i do, ‘cause you always move.” He laughs.
As I enter the lab Sam Kirk turns and looks at me.
“Busy last night, Liutenant?” He asks
“What cha mean?” I reply
“You got marks on you jaw line,” He answers, I screw up my face in distain, Chris said i was all good, he fuckin lied to me.
“Yeah, i enjoyed myself. Surprised you didn’t hear the other guy screaming!” I joke, tho Chris did scream louder than usual last night.
“Seeing as I slept in that corner,” he gestured to a corner of the room that had a pile of blankets in it, “I wouldn’t of heard anything that happened on deck 6,” Technically Chris’s are on deck 5 with the rest of the higher ranking officers.
3 hours into their shifts, Kirk and Jackson are just about ready to give up on their experiment completely. While setting up their sixth attempt, Captain Pike entered the lab. He tooked one look at my neck and laughed.
“Captain, do you find our set up laughable?” Pyxel asked,
“No, generally my officers clean themselves before shift,” He exclaims,
Oh, no he didn’t. Did he just seriously make a comment about the marks he left. My god, if he wasn’t so god damn cute, i would be sleeping in my own quarters tonight, but then again, we both know that wouldn’t happen.
“Jackson, you good?” Asked Kirk when i didn’t answer the Captain,
“Hmm, yeah. Im Good, sorry Captain, my partner said i was all good before i started my shift.” I stated, looking Chris right in his eyes.
“Well, maybe you need to check for yourself before you start your shift,” He retorted, “So, how is the experiment coming along, any progress?”
“If you call multiple failed attempts progress, then yes, we are.” Sam remarked.
“Sorry to hear that, anything that could help?” Chris asked,
“You know anyways to stabalise a C83 emission tank without using gamma radiation or zero ponit gravitational machanics?” I replied
“I think im gonna leave you guys too it.” The Captain replied before leaving.
Lunch, the best way to break up a shift, Bolognaise with penne pasta and a white mocha cappuccino. Only thing that could make this better was if Chris had made it instead of it being replicated. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, and what does he do when he appears, walks past with a ‘hi’ and a sorry glance and continues over to the table of Senior Staff. The next thing i know is Sam is sitting infront of me with ‘Tuna’,
“Dude, seriously. Get that shit away from me.” I say
“Whats wrong with Tuna?” He asks
“Everything, texture, taste, smell.” I retort, “You’re gonna ruen my appetite,”
“Poor baby. So, come up with any ideas on how to get the system to stabablise.”
“Maybe keep the tuna away and it might feel okay,”
“Pyxel, seriously, we need to figure this out before the Captain comes looking for results again.”
“I know, I Know.”
Once we were back in the lab, and after i made Sam go and brush his teeth, we were back on track with a temporary solution to our issue. Just as we were starting our eleventh attempt a message came threw the speakers.
“Luietenet Jackson, to the Captain’s ReadyRoom, ASAP”
“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Sam joked,
“Really funny, Kirk.” I retored.
One ring of the chime later the doors were open and Chris was dragging me inside and ordering the computer to lock the door. Once the command is put through, Chris backs me up against the door and practically shoves his tongue down my throat .
“The heck is this about, big boy?” I ask once he lets me breath,
“Sorry, just a little excited, I just got news from Command,” he states,
“News, well im guessing its good if thats your reaction.”
“Oh yes, yes it is, Leuitenant-Commander Jackson.”
“Leui…, Leuiteneant-Commander?”
“Yes, your promotion approval came in about ten minutes ago.”
Without another word I shove him against a wall and start attacking his mouth, as I move down his jawline and towards his neck, he weakly puffs out a plea for me not to leave marks, which I duly note and ignore. I pull away for a second as i start to work my hands under his shirt, as i pull his gold uniform and black undershirt over his head the door chimes. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
As Chris pulled his shirt back on i practically jump over his desk to sit in one of the chairs infront of it, as he sits down he orders the doors to open and in walks Spock.
“Captain, apologies for my intrusion but…” Spock trails off, looking between the two of us, as though he was staring at a mathematical equation.
“Mr Spock, Is this important or could it wait?” Chris askes “I’m kinda in the middle of a meeting.”
“Of course, Captain. If you have time once you’ve finished your meeting, could you meet me in lab 7?” Spock replies
“Of course, would that be all then?”
“Yes.” Spock replies “Captain, Leuitenant.” he adds as he turns and leaves.
“Now, where were we?” Chris asks as he stands back up and takes off his shirt again.