It had to be the eyes. His big crystal-clear blue eyes that everyone noticed first. The way they sparkled brightly when he teased, the cold icy blue they turned when he was angry, the fire that burned in their endless depths when he was aroused.

Maybe it was the hair. Thick dark-blond strands that Leonard’s fingers itched to touch, knowing it was just as soft as it looked. Softer, perhaps.

It could be his skin. Miles and miles of golden skin. Taut. Incredible. Leonard’s mouth couldn’t stop kissing his skin, licking it, tasting it.

Of course, there was his lips. Those flawless cock-sucking lips. Full and pink before he kissed. Swollen and red after. Magnificent either way. Leonard couldn’t get enough of those lips, that wicked tongue. He could drown in that mouth.

Whatever it was, Jim Kirk was an addiction. One that Leonard had no intention of quitting.