Warm. Warm and firm and the thump of a heart in his ear. That was how Kirk liked sleeping best. He curled towards Jack, pressing his face in towards his neck, breathing him in. Normally, one might question that fact of having gone to bed alone and waking up with a man in your bed, but then again it wasn't the first time Kirk had experienced such an oddity. It felt like so long since he had enjoyed even so small a comfort as this that he wasn't about to question it anyways.
Jack's lips in his hair drew him up to the waking world, albeit a cotton muffled one. He yawned and lazily tangled his legs with Jack's beneath the covers, lips pulling into a quiet smile against the immortal's skin.
"Morning, handsome," he returned, the reality of whom it was in his bed not yet sunk in.