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Spock can’t stop staring. Jim’s standing next to him reading a report and he can’t stop staring. Has his chest always puffed out that much? He’s filled with the illogical urge to strip it from his body to prove to himself that it’s real. He swallows hard and he’s still staring.
Jim doesn’t notice, doesn't notice that way that Spock is drinking him in like someone lost in the desert. He doesn’t notice as he hums under his breath, his finger gliding across the screen and for a moment Spock illogically wishes it was him.
Jim's gaze shifted, blue eyes meeting brown and Jim smiles. Spock’s face turns green at being discovered, he wants to speak, to find some sort of excuse as to why he’s staring. But Jim beats him to it.
“My eyes are up here, Commander.” He says, and the way the words fall from his lips should be criminal as it does nothing for the embarrassment Spock feels but only furthers the knowledge that he had been caught.
He wants to speak, to retort with some well thought out reply but he’s tongue tied. And Jim laughs, “at least buy me dinner first, Spock.” He says, winking quickly at his first officer before turning on his heel and walking away from Spock.
And before he knows it, he’s following after Jim.