To Fisher, it was a stupid question. And he smiled a little in response, chuckling softly. "Why do you want me to stay?" he asked softly. He knew James wanted him to. Or, he was almost certain of it. A very small part of him was terrified that he was wrong, that James didn't actually want him here. But everything that had happened so far indicated that James wanted him.
He moved his lips closer, slowly, just barely brushing them over the other man's. God he was scared, so terrified. He was trying to seem cool and confident, trying to be like how he saw James, even though that image of James was slowly dissolving into something else. "I love," he murmured, shifting his weight so one hand could reach up and brush James' cheek, "the way your skin feels. And I love how your mouth feels, and I love seeing you smile. And I don't give a shit if that bothers you. Fuck you." He leaned down and kissed James, hard, cutting off any reply that wasn't reciprocation.