The jump only served to make James smirk a little, the smirk only increasing as Fisher turned his gaze toward him and gave him that sour look. He was kinda cute when he was trying to be angry.
Rolling onto his side so he could reach his hand into the mattress, the sheet slid down to reveal James' well-toned abs and the very top of his hipbones. Tonight, like every other night, he had gone to bed in the nude, a fact that would be clearly evident at this point in time. Fishing out the bag of cocaine, but nothing else, he lay back down, the little bag of white powder placed squarely on the center of his chest before he draped one arm up over his head, the other resting on the bed beside him, his gaze flickering up to watch the other man's face.