Fisher had thought it was going well, that he was doing the right thing... but clearly not. The push ti his chest was just as good as a knife in it. He leaned back, taking a small step, letting his grip on the other man loosen. His kept his gaze in those blue eyes, unable to look away, swallowing down a strange sadness and guilt building inside his throat. He wished James had hit him instead, had beaten some sense into his brain. Why had he thought, even for a moment, that... that there was feeling involved here? It was just sex, just like it had always been just sex with everyone else.
Nodding, Fisher let his hands fall by his sides, his heartbeat slowing and his erection practically vanished. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered, keeping eye contact steadily. "Whatever you say."