Jim had noticed this before, Out There, wondering if it was just his imagination that made touching Kirk like touching himself, only different. But here it was clear, like the feedback from touching Spock only different yet again. Different, too, in that it was a pleasure of the mind and the mind's perception of the body.

Anything was possible here.

Jim focused on the sensation, on feeling Kirk's reaction as he brushed his hand over an arm, teased his shirt up, sucked lightly on his neck. Could he feel all of it? His lips, his skin? All one? Could Kirk feel the pleasure of his own fingers against Jim's scalp, scraping lightly, pulling just a little closer?