The thrill of hearing it, properly and deliberately, was nearly overwhelming. James breathed out hard, nuzzling at Len's jaw. "Yeah, but you're my jerk. I promise I won't get mushy on you too often. I just... needed to say it."
Because after all this, knowing that Len would choose him, as he was now, over his former self... it was something that always gnawed at him, the certainty that he was somehow less than he had been. Less charming, less handsome, less desirable.
But now Len had seen him both ways, and James came out on top.
"Guess I'll just have to make it worth your while to put up with it." Gripping the material of Len's sweater tightly in both hands, James tore it off, exposing his lover's chest. One of the best things about being on the Waverider was that he no longer had to worry about whether he was allowed to destroy clothing, because Gideon was always happy to make them more.
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Because after all this, knowing that Len would choose him, as he was now, over his former self... it was something that always gnawed at him, the certainty that he was somehow less than he had been. Less charming, less handsome, less desirable.
But now Len had seen him both ways, and James came out on top.
"Guess I'll just have to make it worth your while to put up with it." Gripping the material of Len's sweater tightly in both hands, James tore it off, exposing his lover's chest. One of the best things about being on the Waverider was that he no longer had to worry about whether he was allowed to destroy clothing, because Gideon was always happy to make them more.