Len hissed again when that chilled arm touched his skin, such a contrast to James' usual warmth. His eyes popped open and he looked, seeing the frost and realizing that James was pushing it even further than usual. He gave a deep, wordless rumble of gratitude, and settled into the bed, luxuriating in the contrast of heat and cold and allowing James to take the lead.

He really did think he was lucky to have scored a guy like James - not anything he would have expected, or thought he deserved.