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Vulcans do not get lonely. They do not need comfort, and are consoled by their logic.

If that was true, however, then it was just more proof that he was only half Vulcan.

He also could not afford to ignore the rapid beating of his heart whenever Jim accidentally brushed against him. He seemed to make a habit of brushing fingers. Spock was pretty sure that he didn't know about Vulcan kissing, but the possibility refused to leave his mind.

He was hopelessly in love with his Captain. The irrational, stubborn fool that always found a way out of his worst situations. And Spock wanted him to himself.

He needed Jim so badly, he found himself waking up with the man's name on his lips. That wouldn't scare him so much, if he didn't remember the dreams he had while he slept. Unfortunately for him, he did remember. Every one.

He stared at the ceiling of his quarters, willing it to stop his train of thought. No matter how innocent his thoughts started out, it always lead to a sexual scenario between him and Jim. And he hated cold showers. He also refused to relieve himself. That was too human a thing for him to realistically consider.

But what else could he fall back on? Every time he tried to picture an unpleasant scenario, it changed to Jim and immediately brought back his problem. Nothing would make his seemingly constant companion disappear.

"Kirk to Commander Spock, please report to my quarters immediately. Kirk out." And that certainly would not do it either. He took a minute to let himself conjure thoughts of what he could want with his first officer. God he wanted to hear Jim's voice again. He could hear his order ringing in his head, giving him powerful motivation to rush to his Captain.

Not that he would actually rush. He might not be completely Vulcan, but he would not abandon his logic and discipline because he couldn't get rid of an erection.

Spock stood, went to his bathroom to spray cold water on his face, and walked out of his quarters at a normal pace. His posture was stiff, and he ignored every person he passed in the corridors. It took him two minutes to finally gather the courage to enter Jim's quarters. His knees buckled at the man's voice.

"Computer, place a level 10 force field around my quarters." Spock swallowed, his stomach clenching with excitement at the order. He couldn't believe what was happening. There was nothing else that Jim would have done that for. At least, nothing that his logic could pinpoint. His erection came back full force as he locked gazes with his Captain.

"On the bed Spock. Now." The smirk on Jim's face, if nothing else, was what destroyed his resolve.

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Vulcans do not get lonely. They do not need comfort, and are consoled by their logic.

If that was true, however, then it was just more proof that he was only half Vulcan.

He also could not afford to ignore the rapid beating of his heart whenever Jim accidentally brushed against him. He seemed to make a habit of brushing fingers. Spock was pretty sure that he didn't know about Vulcan kissing, but the possibility refused to leave his mind.

He was hopelessly in love with his Captain. The irrational, stubborn fool that always found a way out of his worst situations. And Spock wanted him to himself.

He needed Jim so badly, he found himself waking up with the man's name on his lips. That wouldn't scare him so much, if he didn't remember the dreams he had while he slept. Unfortunately for him, he did remember. Every one.

He stared at the ceiling of his quarters, willing it to stop his train of thought. No matter how innocent his thoughts started out, it always lead to a sexual scenario between him and Jim. And he hated cold showers. He also refused to relieve himself. That was too human a thing for him to realistically consider.

But what else could he fall back on? Every time he tried to picture an unpleasant scenario, it changed to Jim and immediately brought back his problem. Nothing would make his seemingly constant companion disappear.

"Kirk to Commander Spock, please report to my quarters immediately. Kirk out." And that certainly would not do it either. He took a minute to let himself conjure thoughts of what he could want with his first officer. God he wanted to hear Jim's voice again. He could hear his order ringing in his head, giving him powerful motivation to rush to his Captain.

Not that he would actually rush. He might not be completely Vulcan, but he would not abandon his logic and discipline because he couldn't get rid of an erection.

Spock stood, went to his bathroom to spray cold water on his face, and walked out of his quarters at a normal pace. His posture was stiff, and he ignored every person he passed in the corridors. It took him two minutes to finally gather the courage to enter Jim's quarters. His knees buckled at the man's voice.

"Computer, place a level 10 force field around my quarters." Spock swallowed, his stomach clenching with excitement at the order. He couldn't believe what was happening. There was nothing else that Jim would have done that for. At least, nothing that his logic could pinpoint. His erection came back full force as he locked gazes with his Captain.

"On the bed Spock. Now." The smirk on Jim's face, if nothing else, was what destroyed his resolve.