It was another relaxing night in Jim's quarters. He was awaiting his best friend Spock. That adorable, sexy Vulcan that the captain couldn't stop dreaming about for the past 3 years.~ Oh god, how I wish he could really touch me but in a way that would lead up to ...to...well you know what is that word it starts with s.

Damn, the word escapes me. I suppose it will come to me evenutally. Now in order for my plan to work he mustn't know that I am doing this because I want him to touch me. No, can't have that. He must believe I am in pain. Let me see what could I do to myself that would cause pain, but not too much mind you.~ said Jim grinning.

The captain began to think of all sorts of things and finally thought of one. So simple and used quite often hopefully Spock won't figure out my true goal. ~Well, he's gonna be here in less than 5 minutes knowing how punctual he is. Better start, no time like the present.~

Jim began to rub his right eye obsessively. ~ Come eyelash come apart...come apart damn you.~ said Jim to himself. After a good rub it had its desired effect. Jim's eye hurt like a bugger. Seconds later Spock ran the buzzer and Jim let him in.

"Hi, Spock. Please sit down I got the board all ready."

Jim montioned Spock to sit on the offered chair but Spock was looking elsewhere.

"Is there something wrong with your eye captain?" said Spock worried.

"Oh now Spock you do remember my name don't you. It's pretty easy just one syllable. It rhymes with Tim, Kim, limb..."

"Yes, I know Jim. I shall try not to forget. You have not answered my question. Your right eye seems to be red and leaking. Some sort of allergy?"

"Oh that. It's nothing it'll go away eventually." said Jim milking it for all it was worth.

"Jim if there is a foreign substance in your eye it may lead to an infection. Surely you would not want it to continue in that direction where you might need assistance from Dr. McCoy. Perhaps you have pinkeye. It happens sometimes..."

"No I don't think it is that serious Spock. Just something in it. Maybe if I put a few drops of saline solution it'll go away."

"Do you have some here with you Jim? I could administer it for you." said Spock visibly concernd.

" Unfortuanely I ran out." said Jim waiting for what might come next.

"Well, perhaps with your permission I could check to see what is bothering you." said Spock calmly.

"Oh, I don't want to bother you Spock." said Jim all excited but kept his reaction to himself.

"I am the one who offered Jim."

"So you did. well, all right if you insist. It's my right eye. I do believe there is something in it,could be an eyelash. It's stinging like a bugger."

"First I shall wash my hands." Spock went to their joined bathroom and washed his hands meticulously. Moments later he left the bathroom and approached the captain.

"Are you still in pain Jim?" said his science officer.

"Yes, I am afraid there is still something in there."

"Very well, can you come closer here where the light is brighter." said the Vulcan motioning him closer to the light source.

"Sure Spock anything you say." said Jim anxious.

"I'd like for you to look up at me towards the light. Yes, good now do not move." Spock then placed one hand in the back of Jim's head to hold him in place and then he took his right thumb to pull back the eyelid. His thumb held it in place my pressing near the top of eye socket's bony ridge. Jim could hardly breathe. He was enjoying this even if his eye was hurting like hell. He wished though that he could see Spock better but nonetheless is what worth the pain.

Moments later Spock asked him a few questions. "Now Jim I want you to look left. No...no Jim do not move your head just your eye. I need to see the foreign matter. It may be hiding on the ball of your eye."

"Yes. I'll try not to move my head."~ My head is feeling quite nice actually having your hand there.~said Jim in his mind.

"I would like for you to look right now. Hmm...hmmm, now will you look up...very good and now down. Yes...I do believe I see it. Do not move. Jim I must remove it with my finger. I can assure you my hands are clean. May I proceed?"

"Yes...Spock please do." Spock slowly removed his hand from Jim's head and with his pinky finger rested it against the white ball of Jim's eye and then slowly removed it. When the little finger came in each others sight they both looked at the finger in unison.

"It's so small. It's amazing that something so small could cause me so much pain." said Jim transfixed by the little invader on Spock's little finger.

"You should be fine now. Would you like to begin our game of chess Jim?"

"Yes, I would." said Jim all tingly.

"What color Jim? Black or white?" said Spock calmly.

"White". said Jim.

They started to play their game, with Jim staring sometimes a little too long in his first officer's direction.

"Very well, your move."

~Oh baby if only you knew the move I wish we could do together.~ said Jim dreaming of his goal, almost lost in thought.

Jim felt very pleased with himself. He was getting what he wanted even though it was so painfully slow. Jim smiled that little smile of his. There was plenty other body parts that needed that special touch of his first officer. He wasn't gonna push it so he deliciously contemplated his next game tomorrow night.