Taking the jacket shoved at him, Fisher was going to protest, tell him that he would be fine. But truthfully he was freezing, and James was already heading inside before Fisher could say anything. Slipping into the jacket, Fisher was instantly warmed, the scent of male filing his nose. James smelled incredible, like a Polo model.
Climbing the steps behind James, Fisher was somewhat slower than the other, still a bit exhausted from the run and then the blowjob and then the orgasm. He didn't mind trailing behind, it gave him a moment to compose himself, to force his brain to stop replaying that had just happened, the kiss, the touching, the way it had felt to just sit beside the man and be so nervous, the innocence of that. He needed to forget about it already because it was a mistake when it happened and was never going to occur again.
Finally catching up with James in the room at the top, a little breathless, he plopped himself in the rocking chair, looking around. "This is actually really nice," he said seriously. Despite its dust and barrenness, it was peaceful up here, hidden from the madness of the world. "I think I could live here."