Don't believe in no-win scenarios

That's about the Only things Spock could have said that would make Jim throw the brakes on this to catch his breath a little.

"Holy shit..." Something feverish and manic alights in his blue eyes. Jim frames Spock's cheeks in his free hand and surges up to press a kiss against his lips. "Fuck yes. We Have to find a way to make that happen now. God that would be so hot--"

His mischievous chuckles trail off into another breathy gasp. His touch drags down Spock's shoulder, his arm. Both arms, once Spock's freed his hand. Jim arches his hips. Too greedy not to try and fuck into the loose fist Spock is making around them both.

"Oh yeah--me too. I couldn't stop thinking of you even when I was...trying to..."

Everyone he'd been with this whole term had been little more than a distraction. A salve to soothe him from not having the man settled over him now. It hadn't worked. Not even a little bit.

"What's your favorite dream of m...me..?" Breathed out around a wicked grin.