This wasn't bad. Hell, this was barely homoerotic. They were fully clothed, in a room full of people, not really touching that much...
And then, James took his shirt off. Fisher froze, hands poised, eyes wide. What the hell was James doing? Wait, had he been serious about that handjob thing? Fisher had said he would do anything, and he'd meant it, but he hadn't thought James would utilize his priviledges right here in the open! His shock of the man's nudity was quickly overtaken with the shock of the vast number of scars on his body. Fisher's fingertips traced lightly over a particularly long and gnarled scar running by the man's spine. "Oh, wow," he breathed, shocked and disturbed and... warmed. James looked on the outside what Fisher felt like on the inside, battered and horrifying. Fisher had track marks, but those were only on his arms. On James, it was all over.