#so consider it him between the events of ep 4 and 5 haha...

[niinnyu]

Doodles :)

[embracedthevoid]

Soooooo I've been thinking long and hard about what I'd love to see you write a Missing Moment of, waiting for the perfect idea, and I've finally cracked it:

I want to know whether u can give my boys a shower/cleanup and brush teeth time sometime between the end of episode 4 hanky panky and start of episode 5 !! Like- surely Wilhelm doesn't go the entire next day with football field fake grass on him, covered in rain and sweat and grime?? Surely !! You have full creative license but I basically want to know how it's only Wille's breath Simon's complaining about in ep 5 and not like... anything else haha

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Here you go my lovely @omar-rudeberg, I hope it's relatively enjoyable. I'm actually nervous about this one, and I don't know why 😅.

Follow Me

Word count: 3001

Rating: M

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Wilhelm lays on the bed, relishing in the warm buzz that lingers under his skin. Both he and Simon lay facing each other, foreheads touching with closed eyes. Wilhelm breathes in deeply, and a small smile fights its way onto his lips. He absently brushes his fingers through Simon's hair; the soft curls soothe him into absolute contentment. The boy sighs appreciatively at the gesture. Wilhelm shivers slightly as Simon's breath tickles his cheeks, forcing little bumps to chill along his skin.

There's a brush of desire flowing through him where Simon's hand rests low on Wilhelm's hip. He leans into the small circles the boy traces with his thumb, opening his eyes to meet earthy tones shimmering back through Simon's gaze.

A sense of ease lingers between them, pulling up something deep within Wilhelm he didn't know was there, to the forefront of his mind, tangling itself around his heart in the most pleasant way. When he looks at Simon, it's as though he's seeing the boy for the first time. On that stage, standing out starkly against the others with so much honesty. Seeming so genuine, in a way that Wilhelm didn't know was possible.

There's an ache that vibrates through Wilhelm, like he's spent his entire life waiting for something to happen, something good, and it finally did.

Simon happened.

"What," Simon asks, a shy laugh breaking through his words as he moves his hand from Wilhelm's side to trail his index finger across his forehead and down the slope of Wilhelm's nose.

"Nothing," Wilhelm whispers, nudging forward slightly to follow the comforting lull of the other boy's touch. Instead, he adjusts himself so their bodies intertwine further under the sheets. Wilhelm clings to Simon's side, head cradling into the boy's neck. Simon's chest gently falls, air escaping his lips as they settle into the pillow.

If this is what it's like to be with someone entirely and trust them with the most intimate parts of his mind and body. Wilhelm loves it. He loves the peace that washes over him as he lays protected in Simon's arms, replaying the events that had occurred in his mind. Savouring the low hum beneath his skin that belongs solely to Simon. It's the most calming sensation Wilhelm has experienced, and he never wants it to end.

Simon shifts, gently rolling Wilhelm off him, propping himself on his elbows, so he can look Wilhelm in the eye. "That was," Simon trails off breathlessly, gaze softening as he presses his lips together, then licking them deliberately. The sight nearly kills Wilhelm, especially considering Simon's state of undress.

Wilhelm waits for Simon to finish his sentence, but he's only met with silence. Simon collapses back onto the pillow with a satisfied huff, staring up at the ceiling.

There's a jab of anxiety that has Wilhelm resisting every subconscious urge to chew on his nail. What they shared brought Wilhelm to a place he didn't know existed. It was beyond amazing. But he can't shed the insecure voice spinning webs in his brain telling him it was the opposite for Simon. Wilhelm doesn't precisely know where Simon's experience level ends or begins. Surely, there have been more boys before Wilhelm. And comparatively, Wilhelm has to be the least experienced. He's been with girls before on a superficial level, but Simon is the first boy. They didn't exactly go 'all the way'. Was Simon hoping they would? Is he disappointed that–

"–I can see you overthinking," Simon knowingly interrupts Wilhelm's spiral, his voice gentle. Simon turns on his side, so they face each other. "It was good." Simon encourages with a satisfied grin. "More than good." Simon chuckles to himself, smirking at the blush flushing across Wilhelm's chest. His cheeks now flooded with pink.

Wilhelm swallows nervously, “you’re the first guy i’ve– um, that I–” he trails off, unsure of what exactly he’s meaning to say.

“Wille I figured,” Simon chuckles, then he confesses shyly, “you’re my first too.”

“Really,” Wilhelm asks bewildered.

“Yea.” Simon nods.

Wilhelm somehow goes a deeper shade of red and rolls to hide his face in the pillow.

Simon inches closer to whisper in Wilhelm's ear, "It was really really good," Simon emphasizes teasingly. Unable to hold the snicker that bubbles past his lips.

Wilhelm peeks up at Simon under his arm, glaring at the boy who clearly enjoys his ability to fluster Wilhelm. He playfully shoves Simon's shoulder. The boy gasps, jaw dropped, in feigned disbelief at the abuse.

Wilhelm eyes the boy tauntingly, a grin shaping his lips. Simon reaches out to gently tackle him. They quietly wrestle, attempting to pin the other down. At first, Simon nearly has Wilhelm beat, but Wilhelm manages to flip them, so he's on top of Simon, their legs tangling together and as he holds the boy down by his wrists that are pinned on either side of his head.

Their tired breaths become shallow when their eyes lock, both registering their new position. Wilhelm's eyes bump to Simon's adam's apple, watching it bob as he swallows. There's something heavy that passes in the heated silence between them. Wilhelm slowly moves to straddle Simon's hips, eliciting a gasp from the dark-haired boy, the position becoming rather intimate.

Wilhelm leans down to press his lips just under Simon's jaw. Goosebumps rise as he trails kisses gently over the boy's skin. He stops when he reaches Simon's lips teasingly, not quite meeting them with his own.

Wilhelm's fingers tighten on Simon's wrists when he tries to move them, hands presumably wanting to pull Wilhelm closer. In retaliation, Simon shifts his hips upward, drawing a groan from the back of Wilhelm's throat. He drowns the sound in their kisses when he finally closes the gap between their lips. Desperate to taste him, Simon opens for Wilhelm, allowing his tongue to dip past his teeth. This time it's a whimper that Wilhelm tries to hide, so he pulls away and buries his head in the crook of Simon's neck, sucking gently on the skin there. Careful not to leave any marks.

Simon shifts his hips again with more purpose, and Wilhelm moves his own to meet the boy. Creating friction that builds deep in Wilhelm's belly. He finally loosens the grip that pins Simon down and adjusts himself to lay more comfortably over the boy.

They stay like this for a while, touching, kissing, and moving together until they're desperate for more. Eventually, Wilhelm pulls back, panting for a proper breath, wishing it were unnecessary so he could forever keep his lips attached to Simon. Their chests rise and fall as Wilhelm supports himself over Simon. He blushes as he glances down at both their exposed bodies. The morning light shining pale through the window and dancing across their skin. The early hours register in Wilhelms mind for the first time.

"I'm exhausted," Wilhelm confesses breathlessly. He shifts his weight to one side, using his elbow to support himself, "and I need a shower," he mumbles.

"Yes," Simon agrees with a laugh, scrunching up his features, "you do." He jokes, nudging his nose against Wilhelm's, unable to remove the smile on his lips.

Wilhelm rolls his eyes, "Shut up," he says playfully, as an idea comes to mind.

He moves off the boy and stands from the bed. Searching through his clothes for two articles. When he finds them, Wilhelm grabs a loose pair of grey sweatpants with the Hillerska insignia on the side, then tosses a second darker pair at Simon.

The pants land over the boy's legs as he sits up confused, "What–"

"Put them on," Wilhelm interrupts, encouraging with a mischievous smile. Simon eyes him suspiciously. Eventually, with an amused smirk, he does as he's told, wiggling into the bottoms while seated on the bed. Wilhelm shouldn't find it as provocative as he does, but Simon somehow makes everything send Wilhelms mind in one direction. And lately, that direction has been south.

Wilhelm clears his throat after raking his eyes over Simon's chest, reminiscing the fact that he knows what it's like to kiss him there. To study every detail of his body, right down to the spot beside his belly button where he's most ticklish. Wilhelm's eyes bounce back to meet Simon, smiling amusedly, fully knowing what he's doing to Wilhelm.

Blushing, Wilhelm forces himself to turn away and creeps over to the door, cracking it open slightly. Wincing at the squeak it makes.

Simon sneaks from the bed to stand behind Wilhelm, waiting for whatever the boy has planned. "What are we–" He begins to ask.

"Shhh–" Wilhelm cuts Simon off, afraid their voices might travel through the hall.

Wilhelm pokes his head out the door and spots who he'd been accounting for. He shouldn't be relieved, but the feeling still washes through him when his eyes land on his bodyguard, who's passed out in a chair along the wall. Silently thanking whatever force of work put Malin on the day shift. There's no way in hell that woman would be caught sleeping on the job.

"Follow me," Wilhelm whispers as he grabs his shower bag near the door and tucks it under his arm. He gestures for Simon to follow, careful not to touch the boy because he knows they'd only land back in bed if he did. Wilhelm makes sure to put some distance between them as the two boys creep their way down the hall, past the scruffy-looking bodyguard and four sets of doors until they reach the showers.

Wilhelm pushes the door open, cursing the old building again for the creaky doors. Inside there's a line of three individual stalls, thin partitions creating a sliver of privacy between each one. There's a mirror directly across the showers. It's long and nearly spans the entirety of the wall above the sinks.

Wilhelm's eye catches Simons in the mirror, “Good to know people's money is being put to good use.” Simon sarcastically jokes with a taunting smile, his thumb pointing at the closed door. Clearly referring to Wilhelm's sleeping bodyguard.

Wilhelm rolls his eyes as Simon moves to stand between Wilhelm and the mirror, locking his arms around the back of Wilhelm's neck. "Hey," Simon whispers, his soft change in tone pulls Wilhelms' attention from the span of Simon's back reflected in the mirror. The defined muscles and soft skin builds a burning desire low in Wilhelm's stomach.

They stare at each other for a long moment. Simply enjoying the comfort they find in their silence and savouring how right they feel. Like they're the only two people in the world. Wilhelm can pretend he isn't the crown prince, that he's an ordinary boy, going to a regular boarding school with a normal crush.

Overwhelmed by how deeply he cares for the boy, Wilhelm captures Simon's lips with his own. There's a surprised grunt from Simon as their mouths collide intensely, but he returns the kiss with equal fervour. Wilhelm sucks Simon's bottom lip, then moves to catch his top. They kiss like they've been doing it for ages, their rhythm already found, despite the short time they've known each other.

Their kiss deepens, and Wilhelm knows he needs to stop if he actually wants to do what he planned. "Okay," Wilhelm gently pushes Simon back, and they both laugh at their lack of control. "Come on," Wilhelm steps into one of the stalls. There are small individual fitting rooms before each shower, and a modern glass door separates the wood floor from the tiled one. Wilhelm hangs his shower bag off the hook on the wall, leaving it unzipped so he can easily reach inside.

When Simon follows, he closes the fitting room curtain that drops to the floor, only giving them a small percent of privacy, so they'll have to be careful. But, considering the very early hours, they should be fine.

Wilhelm opens the shower door, leans in to grab the tap, and turns the water warm. He feels Simon close behind him as Wilhelm runs his hand under the spay, getting the perfect temperature. Simon's fingers find their way to rest on Wilhelms shoulder blades, then they trail down Wilhelms back. Goosebumps rise at the feeling. Wilhelm shivers despite the warm steam that begins to fill the small stall. He reaches forward again to test the water with his palm. Simon's fingers dip into the elastic band of his sweatpants. He gently pulls at the material, and a touch of cold air washes over Wilhelms body as Simon slips the material down his legs.

Exposed again, Wilhelm feels his shoulders tighten. It's silly, he knows, they were just laying in bed naked together, but there's something about someone undressing him that pulls a new sense of vulnerability tight in Wilhelm's chest. But, the feeling quickly fades when Simon steps close behind, having noticeably removed his own clothing, snaking his arms around Wilhelms's waist. He sighs back into the embrace while Simon patters a kiss across the back of Wilhelm's neck. Wilhelm feels the kiss radiate through his nerves, and his breath falters, swaying slightly with lightheadedness.

"Come on," Wilhelm whispers, stepping forward to turn and face the other boy, who looks completely wrecked, with parted lips and heavy breath. Wilhelm slides his hand into Simons and guides them both under the spray. He pulls the glass door closed behind them.

Wilhelm steps into Simon's space –who doesn't seem to mind in the slightest– and trails the tips of his fingers down his shoulders, past his elbows, landing on his waist. Wilhelm's fingers bend, tracing little patterns into the boy's skin, distracting him so Wilhelm can shuffle Simon under warm water. The pressure isn't the greatest, but Simon still hums and tilts his head back, exposing the curve of his neck. Wilhelm can't keep away, and he presses his lips to the damp skin under Simon's jaw, earning himself a gasp.

Wilhelm kisses a trail up Simon's neck to lips as the other boy's fingers tangle into Wilhelm's hair. He moans into the feeling, gently pushing Simon back against the shower wall. Their bodies become flush as Simon gently shifts his hips against Wilhelm's, eliciting a charge of heat that races between them. Wilhelm presses a supporting hand on the tile beside Simon's head, immediately missing how their bodies shape each other as he puts some distance between them. Simon whimpers and attempts to follow, trying to keep every inch of them touching. But Wilhelm disengages their lips, pressing his free hand to Simon's chest, silently telling him to lean back against the wall.

Wilhelm keeps his eyes locked on the boy as he drops his wet palm low, and Simon gasps. He watches closely as Simon's lips part and eyes flutter shut, caught in the pleasure of Wilhelm's hand. He smirks as the boy knocks his head back against the tile wall with a thump, moaning into the rhythm Wilhelm sets. He relishes in the soft, "yes," and "don't stop," that repeat past Simon's lips as his eyebrows knit together with pleasure.

Considering their eventful night, neither of them last long. They hold each other under the now lukewarm spay. Simon trembles into their soothing embrace as Wilhelm trails fingers down his back, chasing the droplets of water that run down the boy's skin. There's a sense of peace that echoes between them.

Eventually, they pull apart, and Wilhelm reaches around Simon, opening the shower door to grab the shampoo in his bag. He squeezes a dollop into his hand and runs his fingers through Simon's hair. The boy melts into the motion, his eyes drooping slightly, and Wilhelm chuckles to himself. He takes his time massaging Simon's scalp, the soapy suds building to the point Wilhelm has no choice but to begin washing it away. Wilhelm never realized how long Simon's hair is, with it usually being disguised by his curls. He can't help but find the wet mop of waves atop the boy's head endearing.

Wilhelm smiles softly to himself, "we should get back," he whispers through the spray of soapy water that splashes at their feet.

Simon hushes him moving his thumbs to cradle Wilhelms head behind his ears, studying the boy's face, looking deeply into his eyes. It feels wonderful. Wilhelm is determined that this must all be fake, that it's all a lie. There's no possible way someone as perfect as Simon could exist in this world.

Simon reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into his palm, "your turn."

Wilhelm hums, relaxing into the water when Simon reaches up, dragging his fingers through the long locks of Wilhelm's hair. The gesture is soothing, so much so that Wilhelm’s knees almost buckle as he swallows a sigh. Leaning into the way Simon's fingers massage his scalp. He watches Simon the entire time, smiling at the concentration in the boy's eyes, as he tries to keep the soap from falling onto Wilhelm's forehead as he washes it away.

"You're beautiful," Wilhelm whispers, and a shy smirk creeps across Simon's lips. Wilhelm moves to capture it.

Their lips press together slowly. It's not eager or desperate like before. It's comfortable. As if kissing is something they'll always have.

Wilhelm backs off, "come on," he whispers, the water going cold as he turns the tap off. Enveloping them into the frigid air. Simon clings close, wrapping himself around Wilhelm, who giggles out of the boy's grip, shuffling out of the shower and getting them both towels. They both dry off and dress back in their sweatpants, blushing as they exchange glances. Ones that say they know each other now, parts of each other that's just for them.

Wilhelm kisses Simon briefly before they sneak back into the hall. When they reach Wilhelm's room, they both slip their pants off and slide black into the warmth of the bed, holding each other like before, without hesitation and with no intention of letting go.

[deheerkonijn]

@cacatuidaes Thank you very much!!! Well - I’m no designer, but I would be happy to talk about what I did and why. And then, whatever happens next is between you and your tattoo artist. :)

Please see above for very loosely drawn close-ups with quickly chosen colors, and please see below for explanations on what it all is!

Thinky-Thoughts on Jim’s Tats Below the Cut:

I numbered these just for the sake of proximity - more or less I imagine he gets them congruent with the chronology of events in the series … you’ll see what I mean!

1. The Enterprise - This one is obvi haha. His first command and first love. Inside of a vague rendition of the UFP logo, for placement. In my headcanon, this is his second-ever tattoo. 

2. Swallows - The only reason I did that original tats piece in the first place was because I wanted to take inspiration from traditional sailor’s tattoos - I think often about what it might be like if being on a starship were more navy-like (hence trying to get rid of Jim’s spacious captain’s suite and cram him into a tiny single bunk LOL sorry Jimby  *N S FW LINK*). Originally, each swallow signified 5,000 nautical miles that the sailor had traveled. Obviously Jim will have traveled vastly greater distances, so I’d imagine either the swallow has evolved to encompass starship-equivalent distances, or maybe Jim just has a personal interest in them, or maybe he even started keeping them with an intention of using them as markers, but then realized if he kept it up he’d be covered in birds and left them at a tasteful foursome. Maybe there is an old superstition about a captain’s first 20-x lightyears! 

3. Starburst - For luck. Placed on his shoulder just out of reach of being visible in a shirt, it has come to represent how frequently he gets out of trouble. Jim’s ink is all placed in areas that can’t be seen while in uniform. It is a good place for Spock to gently kiss. :3c 

4. Zinnias in Pink, Yellow and Orange - From the ep “Shore Leave” and inspired by that one post about a zinnia grown in space (as it turns out, it was not an homage to Star Trek, but I still wish that lovely space-flower all the best). Since then, as I’m sure many people have done, I headcanon zinnias as Jim’s fave flower - and as we know, he appreciates beautiful things, so he put them on his body.

5. A planetary system - I admit I didn’t think too hard about this one - not intended to be our system obvi - maybe a system where he had a very important encounter?

6. Tarsus IV - This was Jim’s first tattoo. He got it when he turned 18. Two sprigs of wheat on his ribs, a part of the body visually associated with famine, it’s in remembrance of everything that happened. He lies about its meaning to everyone who asks about it - until his encounter with Kodos on the Enterprise in his adult life.

7. Ashayam (with a smudge!) - Ashayam of course is “beloved” in Vulcan, my very favorite Vulcan endearment. :) He got it on his first anniversary of being bonded to Spock. Spock understood the sentiment and was dearly touched by it, so when Jim told him that he wanted the calligraphy to be in Spock’s own script, Spock painted it onto Jim. It got a little smudged cause they got handsy during, and Jim asked the tattoo artist to keep it as part of the final work.

8. Enemy Within - This box is meant to be a super super reduced interpretation of the gemini symbol, with the Command starburst inside. It’s about his two sides and how they come together to make him who he is, not too much beyond that. :)

9. The Conscience of the King - This one represents the end of Jim’s Tarsus ordeal, the end of his solitary burden, and the beginning of his healing. The mask is loosely based off of the ones the players use in this episode, and the dagger going through it is meant to both represent events in Macbeth as well as Kodos’ death. (10.) I linked the mask to the above “Enemy Within” tat with circles, which I find are very comforting shapes even as they are simultaneously a shape about change and movement. It seemed appropriate to associate the two, ‘cause it makes this section represent all the difficult and painful shit that makes Jim-Jam who he is.

11. Galaxy filler - Starts to feather out from the Kodos tattoo and goes all the way around the arm. Maybe it is a specific galaxy?

12. The Obelisk from “The Paradise Syndrome” - Honestly this ep is such a Mess, but in it Jim is stranded alone on a planet for three months with no memory of Starfleet, and takes a wife. That’s a pretty fucking notable event in one’s life lmao - esp when you consider the fact that he’s  committed to Spock (and I do, I always do ‘cause I’m a stan for established relationship hehehe) which is why I then put 13. on top of it.

13. The Nautical Star - The nautical star is another old sailor tattoo that represents a way home, when he is lost in life or in travel. :)

14. GSK - George Samuel Kirk

Soooo that’s my thinking, I hope I didn’t bore you to tears haha! I tried to go for things that weren’t “traditionally” Trek - like for example a phaser is cool but Jimby is soft and I don’t think he’d like to ink a weapon onto his body. Nor do I think he would ever under any circumstances ink a tribble onto his body hahaha even though they are beloved by all. There’re a ton of other really important events throughout TOS that I know Jim would want to commemorate, but these few were the first that came to mind so I just went with it.

His sleeve is very colorful. Not my personal taste, but I think it suits him! :)