He didn't want to be Kirk. He was. And it was a different sensation from simple lust, though it occurred to Jim that this had never been simple, or rather that it had always been something more pure than that.

Which might have been the height of self-love, but was that so bad?

Jim sucked Kirk's lower lip into his mouth, thorough and gentle, one hand sliding up to thread through Kirk's hair. His laugh echoed around them, audible in their minds. Jim laughed a lot, and the mental version was just as warm, just as delighted with the world as the one that came from his throat.

What do you want, Jim? Anything. Kirk could have anything Jim was. There was so much of him.