Len drew in a breath and ran his fingers over James' back, slipping his fingers up under his shirt and scraping his nails over the skin. "And I'll try not to get spooked next time," he said.
There was never a contest. He loved James for who he was, not for who he could be, or who he could have been.
Then he hissed as James ripped his clothes off, throwing his head back a moment later and laughing. "Why would I want anything else?"
He punched James in the flesh shoulder, then wrapped his arms around him and dragged him down roughly into a kiss.
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Date: 2016-08-16 04:25 am (UTC)There was never a contest. He loved James for who he was, not for who he could be, or who he could have been.
Then he hissed as James ripped his clothes off, throwing his head back a moment later and laughing. "Why would I want anything else?"
He punched James in the flesh shoulder, then wrapped his arms around him and dragged him down roughly into a kiss.