“Listen.” Jim moistened his lips as they got ready to leave his quarters. “Don’t, uh, don’t tell anyone about what I…you know…how I like it.”
Spock stared at him as if he’d grown two heads. “Why would I discuss either of our personal preferences with anyone?”
When put like that, Jim supposed he was being ridiculous. He had a feeling he was flushed cause his neck and face felt very warm.
“Bridge or you want to get breakfast?”
This was their first time. The newness of it all was about to do him in.
“The bridge.”
“Me too. Let’s go.”
