Concerned, Jim Kirk knocked on Spock’s adjoining bathroom door and waited just in case.
As he entered, Spock and McCoy were clumsily straightening their clothing. Kirk saw their agitated faces and unwillingness to look at him directly. Oops, must’ve interrupted something rather intimate!
“Sorry, but I thought that I heard Spock begging for mercy.”
“Perhaps you misinterpreted my meditation mantra,” Spock replied dryly despite a visible heartbeat in his neck and fringed bangs sticking up untidily.
Kirk noted the pubic hairs caked around McCoy’s mouth.
He smirked to himself. McCoy wouldn’t be whistling for awhile with those tired lips.