It wasn't what James had expected either, but it was the truth. Fisher made him nervous on so many different levels that it was frightening. He knew himself, knew what he was capable of when he cared. And the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about him when he wasn't around was a clear indication that that could happen and he was terrified of what that could mean, or what could come of it.
"Like?" He asked, fighting the urge to close his eyes against the feel of that thumb against his cheek. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as though he subconsciously knew what was coming, and then he let out the softest of whimpers as the other man's lips found his own. Arms that were around him pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss, a moan vibrating against Fisher's lips as he allowed himself to unravel just a little.