Honestly, James hadn't given much thought to Fisher's appearance. Even if he had notoriously dated pretty girls, it was never really their looks that attracted him to them. Granted, it was nice to fuck someone who was pretty, nice to have someone who was beautiful on your arm, but the people that had meant something to him didn't mean something to him because of the way they looked. They meant something because of the person that they were.
And, minus the creepy seeing dead people stuff and the rather sordid past, he saw Fisher as a beautiful person. That was really all that mattered though that wasn't to say that he thought he was ugly on the outside either. He had a beautiful smile, and he looked like he had a nice body with his clothes on. He'd been a little too busy to really look at him with his clothes off.
Even though this felt somewhat awkward and incredibly foreign to him, James decided to just do what he did to himself when he jerked off. He started out slow, gentle, got a bit faster, slowed down just when it started to feel really good, and then went for the money shot.
James smirked against Fisher's shoulder, teasing his skin with his teeth. "That is the point, love." Even if he couldn't see the smirk, it was certain that Fisher would be able to hear it in his voice. But he followed that remark with a heated whisper in the other man's ear, "Cum for me, Fisher." If that didn't do him in, nothing would.