Note: This is me going against the norm/canon. lol

Rating: T (just because)

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021. Ripped (Jim's POV)

For once in my life, my shirt did not get ripped when I went planetside with the landing party. Spock's shirt, however… now that was a different story.

"Spock… Your shirt." I couldn't stop the laughter bubbling up from my stomach. His science blue shirt was sliced open from his left shoulder to the right side of his waist, revealing a toned chest.

He pulled the shirt off, leaving him standing in his regulation slacks. When he moved, his arm muscles bulged, glistening in the light of the transporter room.

Needless to say, his shirt wasn't the only thing that was ripped, and I found that I couldn't look away.