Len swallowed hard when James finally pulled the cold metal away from his throat. He lifted his hand reflexively, rubbing the chilled skin, but it wasn't burned or hurting, just very cold.

Then James was ripping the left of his clothing away. He gasped softly and spread his legs eagerly to the touch of James' hand. He cursed as the teasing drew out, and growled between clenched teeth. "Get on with it, already!"