James lets himself in. If the door was locked, he didn't notice, preoccupied as he was with the conversation at hand. It's only when he's standing fully clothed in Steve's bathroom that he fully registers that this is possibly not the best time or place for a lengthy conversation. The look on Steve's face is something shifting between scandalized, exasperated, and completely done.
It's not like they haven't seen each other naked in all sorts of contexts - it's not anything really new or particularly shocking. Steve is handsome and athletic and all of those things people value objectively, James knows. He really knows. He doesn't think sex is what he wants at the moment but he wants Steve like a fire wants a forest sometimes, with a hungry, destructive kind of need.
"Uh," He manages, shifting his weight a little. "I didn't really think this through but..."
It's like this a lot between them, he thinks. Him with all of his protective layers and Steve stripped down to his skin, ready to drop anything to help or to let him run all over again.
"Don't get out," He says. He doesn't let himself think about it. He shrugs out of his flannel, his shoulder holsters, pulls his t-shirt over his head...
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It's not like they haven't seen each other naked in all sorts of contexts - it's not anything really new or particularly shocking. Steve is handsome and athletic and all of those things people value objectively, James knows. He really knows. He doesn't think sex is what he wants at the moment but he wants Steve like a fire wants a forest sometimes, with a hungry, destructive kind of need.
"Uh," He manages, shifting his weight a little. "I didn't really think this through but..."
It's like this a lot between them, he thinks. Him with all of his protective layers and Steve stripped down to his skin, ready to drop anything to help or to let him run all over again.
"Don't get out," He says. He doesn't let himself think about it. He shrugs out of his flannel, his shoulder holsters, pulls his t-shirt over his head...