It was almost thrilling, seeing James squirm beneath him just because of a simple word. There was so much depth in James, so much that was beneath the surface. He smiled at the whimper, melted into the tightened embrace, moaned softly to echo James. Just the taste of him was enough to make him shiver, enough to make his pulse race. "I was going to anyway," he whispered back. He remembered how it felt to lay with James in the lighthouse, how calming it was just being next to him, feeling like this was normal. This wasn't normal, not at all, but look where he was. The crazy house. How normal could he expect things to be?
Pulling away, Fisher sat back and pulled his shirt off over his head, dropping it on the bed beside them. "I wish I looked half as good as you," he smiled, his fingertips tracing down over James' chest. "Your perfection is so fucking unfair."