The reaction James had wasn't exactly unexpected, but it didn't put Fisher's mind at ease any. Almost as fast as James reacted Fisher moved away from him, sitting up and almost falling to the floor. He managed to land on his feet though, less bed being beneath him than he'd first imagined. Standing there, naked, scared and more than a little mortified, Fisher's mouth tried making words but instead it just opened and closed a few times, silent. It had been pretty obvious what he'd been doing.
"I... I wasn't...." He stammered, trying to set James' mind at ease and failing miserable. He wasn't stupid enough to think that James would ever let Fisher do to him what James had already done to Fisher, but... Well he knew that anal stimulation made oral sex about ten times more powerful. Of course, he couldn't get his mouth to say any of that. "I'm.... sorry," he said finally, looking down at his feet. God, he was so fucking stupid. A deep crimson flushed over his face and ear, his long hair falling around him like a defensive curtain. If he could have vanished through the floor, he would have.