A/n A lot of the reviewers for DYS (Damn you Spock… for all of the readers who were wondering) wanted a sequel, and frankly, I couldn't come up with one to save my life. I think, finally, that I have.

Releasing Tension

When Jim entered the bridge, he immediately glanced around to take a roll call. "Where's Spock?" he asked, addressing this to the entire crew. Sulu glanced over and shrugged. "I thought he was with you sir?" he said, shooting Chekov a look. Jim sighed and sank into the well-padded chair. His lips still tingled, even though the kiss had been well over a week ago, and he had yet to see hide or hair of the Vulcan. I wonder if he was even serious about that kiss…Kirk wondered idly. His hair stood on end as he felt a hand on the back on his neck. Yelping, he whipped his head around so fast that he heard a pop. Wincing, he glared at the very subject of his thoughts.

"Mr. Spock. How nice of you to finally show up on the bridge. Tell me, have you completed analyzing that asteroid?" Jim said, eyeing the hand warily, still wondering why Spock had chosen to sneak up on him like that. He favored Spock with a glare, before turning his attention to meet Spock's unflinching gaze. Spock let one eyebrow rise, before removing his hand.

"Well Captain. I've been working the night shifts, so as to avoid most of the crowds and busy schedules of the crew. I have the data you required." Spock said, clasping both hands behind his back. His eyebrow stayed up, however, and it took all he had not to smile. He was known for his non-emotional demeanor, and he couldn't ruin it now. "If I may Captain, but you seem tense. Would you like to join me in the gym to release some tension?"

Jim glared at Spock before pulling himself out of his chair. "Mr. Sulu you have the con." He said, following Spock into the turbo lift. Turning to speak, however, he found the Vulcan stopping the lift. Turning to face Jim, he blinked then relaxed visibly. "I am sorry that I seem to be dodging you. I needed time to think about that kiss." Taking a step towards Jim, Spock held out one hand. "May I have your thoughts?" he asked, but he took them anyways.

'Why hasn't he spoken to me? Dammit Jim you screwed up. Wait… he can read these thoughts. Hey! Get out of my head Spock!' Jim managed to think, right before another fiery kiss took not only his breath, but the words as well. Surrendering to Spock, Jim hesitatingly put one arm around his Vulcan friend and kept the contact. In a most un-Vulcan-like manner, Spock dominated the kiss, driving Jim against the wall. Breaking the kiss, he gently withdrew from Jim's mind and waited.

"Wow… Dammit! Here I've been waiting ALL week, just to speak to you, and the first thing you do to me is to kiss the hell out of me? Is this fair?" Jim asked, as soon as he caught his breath. The lift started moving again, and Jim glared at Spock as he waited for an answer.

"It is fair Jim. Here you've always thought of me as the unfeeling one. Well, I think you were grossly underestimating me." Spock replied evenly, staring at the wall. His hands started for their position behind his back before he managed to stop them.

Jim blinked. "Oh damn. There you go again. Can you just act like the Spock we all know? For just a minute? Let me collect my thoughts maybe? Without you assisting me thank you very much." He added, glaring at the hand that started for his head again.

Two hours later

Jim sat in his desk chair, tenser then when he had left the gym. After getting tossed into the wall and into the mat a few times, he had told Spock off and had headed up here, to think. So deep in thought was he, that he never noticed the door opening. He closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing, so as to meditate. For the second time that day, he felt Spock's hot hands land on his shoulders, but this time they massaged them, teasing the aches away.

Jim shifted a little bit, before relaxing into Spock's hands. He let the hands knead into his shoulders, before realizing that for the second time that day Spock had snuck up on him. Without opening his eyes, he addressed Spock. " How do you do that?"

Spock, who had been leaning over Jim, whispered right into his ear. "Well, I can show you later if you'd like." A series of delicious shivers ran down Jim's spine as Spock's warm breath rushed over his ear. It took every ounce of self-control for Jim not to tackle Spock right then and there. He turned to face him, and blinked. "I… would like that." Jim managed, before he totally lost control. Reaching over, he yanked Spock down to meet his kiss, trying to control Spock and him at the same time.

Spock, with mild surprise, allowed himself to be kissed quite well, and he shut his eyes. He could feel his blood starting to heat, and he tried to pull away from Jim, so as to not hurt him. Jim threw an arm around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss, forcing Spock to his knees. Spock fought back with a vigor that could only come from a Vulcan, his tongue flirting with Jim's. He opened his eyes, and suddenly, their eyes met.

Each searching the other's soul, as though asking if he should stop. Spock saw a depth of humanity and love in Jim's eyes that he had never seen. In return, Jim finally got into that Vulcan heart of Spocks, seeing what he did, and feeling what Spock did. Spock jerked away for a second. "Jim…" he managed, climbing to his feet as he did. "I cannot give you what it is that you want from me." He said, his voice tinged with sadness. For the second time in a week, Spock turned and walked away from Jim, without another word, leaving Jim to stare slack-jawed after his friend and partner.