“Your hands are shaking. Are you cold, Spock?” How could he ask that, when Spock’s face was burning with heat? Wasn’t it clear to the world, to every eye, that he was filled with hellfire? part three of the irregular man series

James' laughter was midday sun on your face through a parlor window. Spock imagined his touch as a field caught ablaze. part two of the irregular man series

There was nothing wrong with looking at men, he reasoned. There was something wrong with the way Spock looked at men. part one of the irregular man series