He wasn't sure exactly how this was going to work, either, but the buzzing arousal of the bond--hardly necessary, but not unwelcome--suggested numerous possibilities. right now, though, was for reunion and the first blush of what he could do with this body, with Spock's, with Leonard's. He took advantage of McCoy's distraction to shift out of his pants, leaning back on his elbows to watch them and wondering at the fact that, as ridiculously hot as the scene before him was, there was no visible sign. Oh, he could feel it, a tension in his lower abdomen, impatient wetness at his core, and he wanted to try all he'd learned from years of pleasuring women on himself.

But Jim waited. Saved it. Watched his lovers through narrowed eyes as the unfamiliar configuration shifted in his perception, Spock moving from stranger to Spock and back. Yet always with that constant knowledge at the back of his brain, augmented by Spock's manipulation.

Well, he thought. It wouldn't be cheating so very much to slide his hand down his flat stomach, combing through damp curls to test the decidedly curious sensations of his new body.