Captain Christopher Richard Pike

Spock watched Pike's - Christopher's movements, watched the older man laid himself on the bed, before he moved closer, prowled across the bed, with some care for his incompletely healed wrist, and settled close enough to rub their bodies against each other, skin-to-skin contact. Pike was a pleasant coolness and Spock turned, licked out his tongue to taste along a pale old scar along Christopher's ribs. He raised his head.

"Should I leave you now?"