Spock’s fingers moved to the zipper of Jim’s pants.

“Spock, I—”

“The time for speaking has ended.”

Maybe it was the tone, maybe it was the heated look in those smoldering brown eyes, but Jim closed his mouth on whatever words he would have said. He rose up when Spock pulled at his pants to remove them.

His wildest dreams couldn’t have foreseen this as the end of his day.

Jim pulled off his own shirt, throwing it across the room. Now he was naked in front of Spock and though generally he was not at all ashamed of his body, he found himself feeling shy.