“Oh my God.” Jim felt himself swaying on his feet.
In an instant, Spock was upon him, holding him up, supporting him. Arms around his waist, face very close to his.
“Spock,” Jim managed to get out. “Are you sure?”
His answer was to swallow Jim’s hitched breath by feasting on Jim’s lips. Cool, soft lips pressed against his, forcing his own apart as Spock’s tongue slipped past the seam.
Jim moaned against Spock, his arms, which had laid un-moving against his side, slipped up and around Spock’s neck to move them closer still.