And, fuck, it was unfair, this teasing, when he was already in a compromised state and of course all he wanted was to press back against Kirk (as he did, now), and thread his fingers through Kirk's hair and kiss him breathless. But - (another kiss to his upper lip) - he had absolutely no desire to have to explain to Leonard that oh, what, aliens made him grind against the captain in the hallway; nor yet to have to explain himself to Dr McCoy, should he turn up unexpectedly.
And the thought of a hypo to the neck somehow cut through even this haze of desire.
"Mmmm." He wrenched himself upright and detached himself entirely from Kirk, although the step backward resonated like a physical pain.
"We have to stop," he managed, breathless and sweat-slicked and unnaturally, fiercely aroused. "This is - something's - " wrong/enhanced/insane " - not right here." He struggled for breath, pressing his hands flat to the cool surface of the wall. "And I don't think your doctor wants to walk in here and see this."
God, he was proud of himself for this clarity. Fuck.
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Date: 2010-05-03 12:29 am (UTC)And the thought of a hypo to the neck somehow cut through even this haze of desire.
"Mmmm." He wrenched himself upright and detached himself entirely from Kirk, although the step backward resonated like a physical pain.
"We have to stop," he managed, breathless and sweat-slicked and unnaturally, fiercely aroused. "This is - something's - " wrong/enhanced/insane " - not right here." He struggled for breath, pressing his hands flat to the cool surface of the wall. "And I don't think your doctor wants to walk in here and see this."
God, he was proud of himself for this clarity. Fuck.
"Let's - just get home, okay?"