James' heart was racing so hard and so fast in that moment between when he had spoken and when Fisher reacted that he thought he may actually pass out from it. He just knew the guy was going to go running off, tell the world, or the asylum at least, about what had happened tonight, and then he would have to fucking kill him. And that would be that. But that wasn't what happened at all.
A small gasp parted his lips as the other man moved onto his knees before him. His entire body trembled as those hands moved up his thighs. And then he moaned, eyes fluttering closed as his heart raced, hips jerking forward and into that touch. James whimpered. He wanted to feel those hands against his bare skin, wanted the slight roughness of the other man's fingers wrapped around his hardening flesh.
Opening his eyes, they locked with Fisher's own for just a moment. His heart was pounding as he used his hands to lift his ass up off of the step, an unspoken request. He couldn't fucking believe he was doing this. He didn't even want to think about it. But there was no stopping it right now.