"I meant, you know, better on the body I suppose." But really, he preferred head over sex any day of the week and he wasn't really alone in that sentiment. Sure, there were those times when you wanted to just be inside of someone, but as a general rule of thumb, he'd go for head over sex any day of the week.
Maybe it would have been best to just drink the question away and forget that he had ever brought it up. But then again, there was the whole thing with Erik that he had never really forgotten about and regretted to this day. He was tired of living his life in regret. There had been far too much of it. And really, what did he have left to lose? Who was there to be disappointed in him now? Who was he trying to please? There wasn't anyone anymore.
The smirk upon James' face grew into a smile when Fisher spoke. "You're funny." That was one of the things he liked most about him. And his smile. He had a really sweet smile.
James had kissed a lot of people. He was no stranger to the act. But he felt like his heart was going to beat its way up through his throat and end up choking him to death. It was intense, definitely intense. And he was pretty sure that he had stopped breathing long before it ever happened.
James was a little tense at first, finding it more difficult to relax into it than it was when he kissed a girl yet easier than he had expected. He finally relaxed, allowed a little life to flow into his lips which started to press softly against Fisher's own, to move with them. His hand moved up to hover over Fisher's upper arm for a moment before he placed it upon his arm and pressed into the kiss a bit more.