Star Fleet had to know there wasn't going to be a good way to stop cadets from getting in each other's pants if they really wanted. It would take more effort than they wanted to put into it, and if the students performed well what was the harm? Once they were on a ship they could be more strict about it - or let the Captains be strict.

So there was definitely nothing wrong with having a little fun. Or lots of it.

Jim arched up and bent his head, arms lifting up so that Malcolm could drag his shirt off him. He shook his head, smoothing his head before tugging up Malcolm's. His lips spread in a lazy version of his usual grin, eyes burning like twin stars as he leaned down to kiss him again, tongue sliding past his lips to sweep through his mouth, tasting him. Hands slid across newly naked skin, scraping with his nails, drawing slow circles around the halo of his nipples.

"You want this, right?" he asked between kisses, the thought suddenly occurring to his less than logically inclined brain.