James did hold all the cards in this situation. Of course, Fisher was used to not having any cards, so while another man might get angry, feel ashamed, glower at the attack on his dignity, Fisher simply felt embarassed that James was reading him so damn well. There had been plenty of men he'd fucked for drugs, and he hadn't loathed every second of it. But that didn't make him gay. He'd had girlfriends, a few actually, had had sex with all of them. Liked sex with them. He wasn't gay.
"Pathetic," he said immediately, no shame in his voice. Case and point, his eyes were watching James very intently, longingly. He needed a hit, just one fucking line would do it, anything. Licking his lips, Fisher curled his fingers into the bedsheets tightly. "Seriously fucking pathetic. And desperate."