Just for a single moment, then was a shiver that passed through them both when Jim's mouth touched his neck. Even here, unconsciously, could it remember the feeling of helplessness as a hand crushed around it, the sting of a needle piercing it? But the shiver was gone after a breath as if it had never been, and Kirk pressed closer to Jim's body.

His fingers trickled through hair, down to the back of the neck, stroking across broader shoulders. Jim always felt so good in his arms, so natural. Meant to be.