Jim was used to having Bones around him all the time, they shared meals, shuttles and drunken nights, had adjoined rooms on the ship and on whichever space station they stayed. He knew everything there was to know about the doctor - which was nothing extraordinary by the way, Leonard McCoy was a studious man with a lot of temper and a lot of passion for saving lives. What was more important was the fact that the doctor knew Jim as well as Jim knew him. Bones knew nearly everything that went on in Jim's head. And his stomach, often enough, as Jim had the tendency to drink too much or eat too much or poison himself or anything alike that might cause him to throw up in front of the doctor, who would then fix him up again of course.
Sometimes Bones wondered whether this was the true reason for their friendship, but it wasn't, it was just a very happy incident for Jim. He could rely on Bones come hell or high water, and he never felt uncomfortable around Bones. His secrets were save with Bones, he had always been there for him and never judged him. Jim trusted him with his life, there was no better friend than Bones. At least that's Jim guessed, and he never worried

Still he never had wanted to grab his butt - ever.

Why would he want to grab Spock's butt then?

He couldn't help it. His gaze searched the bridge, looking at tactical and steering, checking communications shorty - Uhura was still irritatingly good looking and fierce at the same time - wandered over to mechanics and science station, finally. But then his look wandered on to the screen, to linger there with pictures of a naked man's butt in his mind remaining, his hands on it. A firm, well shaped butt that was formed with muscles in aesthetic forms, like an apple, and each of his hands grabbed one side of that apple to squeeze it, to pull it in on him, to knead it...

How many orders he had given with these uncontrollable pictures at the back of his mind he didn't know, neither how many minutes he had sat in the command chair staring at that black screen picturing that Vulcan upon him, touching and kissing him.

Acting upon his urge was out of the question, naturally. For so many reasons. Spock did - Jim knew that without asking - not reciprocate the feeling. He did not reciprocate any feeling, so Jim didn't need to feel let down about it. It wasn't personal. His heart bursted anyway when he saw Spock kiss that blonde, blue eyed girl on Omicron Ceti III. She was totally naive, like a cute but dull puppy, way below Spock's sophisticated wits; even if he hadn't longed to kiss Spock himself Jim would have been angry about it. To punch him afterwards hadn't even been that hard therefore, although Spock's "feelings" were caused by a drug spread through a flower of course. Some weeks later Jim asked him about it and was really relieved with Spock's answer. They were sitting in Jim's quarters after the weekly round up on Ship's need and mission check up. Hardly anything was known about Vulcan match making, so Jim asked him bluntly: "Spock, I want to ask you something else. What is on my mind for a while, what's puzzling me: That girl on Omicron Ceti III, why didn't you have a relationship with her? Vulcans take wives, too? Now, I don't know whether your folk marries for love, but anyway, what was it with her?"

Spock had tilted his head like he always did when he considered something. Jim pushed away the feeling of warmth and comfort the familiarity gave him and focused his eyes on the brown ones in front of him. "Vulcans form a strong bond with their spouse which could be compared to your human feelings. However I have an attachment with Leila, it was never enough to share my life with her. We were on the academy together and have common memories based on experiences made during training. Besides that she has -" he raised his eyebrows, tilted his head on the other side and shrugged one shoulder - "nothing of interest to me." Spock's eyes met Jim's. "When I think back to this episode, I mainly remember the fact of me neglecting my duties and my loss of control. I did not act on my free will."

The look continued for a silent moment.

Jim nodded. "No, you did not, and that is a bad basis for a relationship. No basis at all. So these emotions you underwent, they were only caused by the spores, right?" In one movement, Spock closed his eyes and nodded once. "Nothing else." "Interesting," Jim answered, then changed his tone into smalltalk. "But now I will not intrude your privacy any further, you certainly wanna go on with your work and I will finish these reports, so I guess I will see you on the bridge tomorrow?" Jim said with a polite smile. "On day shift after the meeting with the staff in engineering," Spock affirmed. He stood up with Jim and walked to the door, his hands folded in front of his chest. Outside he turned and faced Kirk again. "I hope you were not wondering whether such a fall out could happen to me again." Jim leaned in the door each hand on one side of the frame. With a smile he answered: "No, I was just checking if you're okay" and twinkled. Satisfied, Spock said "Good night, Jim."

And satisfied, Jim went to bed.