Elysian Fields RPG

The first few weeks of filming X-Men had been borderline torturous for Michael. As much chemistry as he had with James, yet off screen they were never more than friends until one fated night and a dinner with Anne Marie. She was a sweet woman, a lovely woman, a kinky woman that had all but presented James on a platter for Michael to partake in and partake he had. Thoroughly, several times during the night and in the morning, things had changed.

What began one night in James' kitchen got them here, sitting in the bar of the Fields in London. It had been Michael's fantasy this time, James already in a leather collar that buckled behind his neck, a single o ring hanging down, touching the hollow of his throat. In Michael's hand the chain leash grew warm, the metal leaving faint grooves in his palm. It wouldn't be too much longer as he and James finished their drinks and they'd move onto the next step of things. Before they'd arrived the anticipation had been a near painful thing, but now it was sweet, making his trousers tight and keeping him very pleasantly warm.

Reaching across the table, he hooked his index finger in the ring at James' throat and tugged him over slowly to nip at his lips. "I do like this on you."