Plurk paste

And Jim had just looked at him and had felt the overwhelming urge to wrap himself in that warmth and never let go, and holy fuck, once Jim’s rational brain had caught up with the rest of him he had already yanked his hand out of Spock’s like it was on fire and in his all consuming haste to get the hell away had brushed past Bones without even noticing him. Bones on the other hand had taken one look at Jim’s face and Spock’s still sleeping form, added two and two together and come up with four, and had then promptly gone to find himself a stiff drink in the hopes of convincing himself that his math was wrong.