It wasn't jealousy... well, it was also that. But mostly it was fear that Len would find him, James, lacking in some way after meeting him, Bucky.
The kiss suggested that was anything but the truth, though. Though it had only been a few days of separation, James felt like it had been a year and he was dying for the taste of his lover.
He growled into the kiss, shifting to get a grip on Len's shoulder so he could roll them both over, uncaring that he was sending gun bits scattering everywhere. He ended up firmly on top of the other man, kneeling over him with his thigh wedged between Len's.
"You're mine," he asserted, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "I can't... fuck, I can't stand the idea of losing you. Of having you be disappointed that you're stuck with me. Because you are fucking stuck with me, I ain't going nowhere."
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Date: 2016-08-02 05:39 am (UTC)The kiss suggested that was anything but the truth, though. Though it had only been a few days of separation, James felt like it had been a year and he was dying for the taste of his lover.
He growled into the kiss, shifting to get a grip on Len's shoulder so he could roll them both over, uncaring that he was sending gun bits scattering everywhere. He ended up firmly on top of the other man, kneeling over him with his thigh wedged between Len's.
"You're mine," he asserted, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "I can't... fuck, I can't stand the idea of losing you. Of having you be disappointed that you're stuck with me. Because you are fucking stuck with me, I ain't going nowhere."