No. Fuck, no. Jim's mind flared almost angrily with the rejection, but logic, clean and cool against the heat in his veins, forced some form of mental clarity onto him. He was breathing hard, lips and face flushed, eyes bright with lust, as he stared at Bill from the (suddenly too far) distance of three feet across the hallway.

It was a physical force of will power not to grab Bill and have him there. Bill was right. Bones.. he had promised himself for Bones no others.. not that he hadn't already sort of broken that (Spock's mouth against his, hot Vulcan hands around his cock)-- Fuck!

"Gotta... Bill...." He couldn't even get anything else out until he swallowed. "Something isn't. Go. Get outta here." Jim forced himself off the wall, stumbling in his first step (so hard it hurt) before he half-ran down the hall in a mirror image of what Bill had been doing only moments before.