Spock straightened and turned his head, looking straight at Jim—who blushed, feeling like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He walked over to Spock.
"Poor guy," he said with a smile, hoping his hard-on wasn't too obvious. "What did he do to deserve that?"
Spock pushed his hands into the pockets of the loose black pants he was wearing. Jim sort of loved the way those pants hung low on his lean hips, the way the white tank showed the contours of his muscles.