A/N: No matter how much time has passed, I find myself coming (*giggle) back to these boys. They find their way into so many of my thoughts. Some are too boring to turn into actual words, but this little scene was too giggle-worthy to pass up.

Warning: Extreme geekitude ahead.

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To Boldly Come

Jacob POV

"It's Thursday," Seth sing-songed cheekily, a pair of plastic elf-ears dangling from his index finger, "and you know what that means."

I rolled my eyes reflexively. "Who knew we'd get such great mileage out of these when we bought them?" I asked, unable to restrain my smile.

Seth was adorable when he got excited about things like this. His cheeks were flushed and strained from his impossibly bright smile. He climbed onto my lap where I was sitting in front of my computer and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Who knew you'd make such a great Legolas?" Seth responded with a quirked eyebrow. "And Elrond... and Elladan... and Elrohir." He planted teasing kisses on my lips in between each measured pause.

"Or that you would make such an excellent Peter Pan?" I returned his kisses in kind, sneaking my fingers up his shirt and tickling his bare back beneath. "The tights were an exceptionally thoughtful touch."

"I know you so well, you leg-loving pervert," he replied, burying his face in my neck and peppering me with enthusiastic kisses.

"So, what will it be tonight? Is Link going to attempt to save Princess Zelda only to find himself suddenly enamored by Ganon?" I asked, rehashing one of our favorite games.

"While I do love it when you play the bad guy, I was thinking that we could try something a little different tonight..." Seth trailed off, his dark chocolate eyes glinting with mischief and barely-contained lust.

"I'm all ears," I said, snatching the plastic elf-ears from his hand and laughing ironically at my own joke.

"Dork," he mumbled in mock annoyance, but the sloppy kiss he planted on my nose betrayed his fondness for my sometimes ridiculous sense of humor.

He rose from his comfy spot on my lap and motioned for me to follow him to the bedroom. I followed hesitantly, somewhat apprehensive of this new turn of events. Seth's ideas for our geeky erotic roleplaying were sometimes a bit out there. Granted, he had never dreamed up one that we both hadn't enjoyed in the end (literally and figuratively speaking).

When I arrived in our bedroom, Seth had already stripped down to his boxer briefs and was pulling a familiar yellow tunic over his head. He handed me a black one and the plastic ears.

"You've been reading that fan fiction again, haven't you?" I asked in exasperation, but still dressing myself in the costume he had provided.

He shot me his best innocent face and helped me to adjust the ears, happily ignoring my question.

"Do you ever do actual work at that place you go to read cleverly disguised gay porn every day?"

"What can I say, it's a slow month in advertising," he replied with a shrug, tugging on the collar of my tunic. "And don't pretend like I've never seen you clicking through Supernatural fan art late at night."

"The Wincest gets me every time," I sighed, batting my eyelashes dramatically.

"You know only I will ever love you for all of this, right?" he said, taking a step back to admire his handiwork. He shook his head as if to say, "It'll have to do."

"I think we have established that we have sufficiently ruined each other for anyone else," I agreed. "So, what's the scenario here?" I asked, gesturing between us.

"We're marooned on a desert planet," he began without hesitation. "The Enterprise has left us and it's only you and me on the whole planet. The heat and the shock has induced pon farr prematurely and I try to persuade you that we should mate in order to save your life."

I blinked, restrained my eyeroll and took a deep breath in preparation of one of the most challenging roles I have ever played in my esteemed career as good boyfriend and creative lover.

I opened my eyes and found Seth staring expectantly at me. I straightened up and folded my hands behind my back. "It seems, Captain, that I find myself in what humans would call, an embarrassing predicament," I began in a dry monotone.

"Spock?" Seth asked with concern, touching my shoulder gently.

"It appears that the shock of being stranded on this planet, coupled with the significant increase in surface temperature, has induced the Vulcan state of pon farr," I continued in my carefully measured deadpan.

"Pon what?" he asked, taking a surprised step backward.

"If I may put it bluntly, sir, humans would refer to it as 'going into heat'. Consequently, if I do not mate with one whom I am emphatically bonded with, I will die."

"Mate or die?" he asked incredulously. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Vulcans do not kid, Captain."

"Well, then," he said, beginning to strip his tunic off, "let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

"To what show are you referring, Captain?"

Seth took a step closer and laid a hand on my chest, inclining his head slightly. "I am going to mate with you, Spock. To save your life. And it's Jim," he added with a wink.

"That is a most logical choice... Jim. Would top or bottom be more preferable to you?"

Seth started laughing despite himself, obvious affection and gratitude welling up in his tender eyes. "Being with you is preferable to me," he said softly, gently touching his lips to mine.

Game Over.