Why had he been so distracted? Maybe it was because he was starving and he hadn't eaten anything yet. No, that wasn't it. Perhaps it was the strange behavior his friend was experiencing. Being drunk on chocolate is not something that happens often. That must be it...Nope, that isn't it either. Maybe, it was the body in front of him. The tall lean form, his alien scent, those dark alien eyes, that black cap of hair, he would love to run his fingers through. Could that be it? Duh!
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Was Bones right? Was I actually inviting him for a pleasant meal, (that I made with my own hands)and later I was going to seduce him. But, who was doing the seducing? It wasn't me. But, how could he be sure this was real, or a chocolate induced frenzy of Spock's. What will happen when it wears off? Will he remember it all, and be so ashamed he'll never want to show this more liberal side of him. Will I lose my best friend? I can't.
"Jim, is there a problem? You seem distracted." Spock asked puzzled.
"Distracted?" No, no I am fine." Jim replied trying to convince himself.
"So, it will be no problem, to continue with the shirt. It needs to be removed and re-buttoned."
"Yes, the shirt. Of course. No problem." Jim smiled a fake smile hoping Spock would not notice.
Jim slowly brought his hands up to the top of the shirt and started to remove each button. Spock never moved, but Jim could hear him swallowing convulsively. He did that often when he was nervous about something. Well, Jim was not feeling the best at the moment either. But he continued to unbutton that shirt. Finally, the last button was undone. Jim swallowed, realizing he hadn't while he was doing the task in question.
"Thank you, Jim." Spock replied each word like sweet honey to Jim's ears.
"I'll button it now." He aligned the shirt, and made sure it looked even. He had one more button to do and he finally managed to accomplish it.
"Very good Jim. But, I was wondering, if you could tuck the shirt end in my pants?" Spock replied milking it for all it was worth.