"I..." Ordinarily Adam prided himself on his cool head, on carefully measuring his responses before blindingly giving into them. But in that moment he was so taken aback, so surprised by what had transpired, that the neatly chosen words he so frequently relied upon now failed him utterly. His tongue slipped out, passing over his still-slick lips, tasting the echo of his friend's skin on that soft swell. It did not seem strange that the taste reminded him so of Alex, calling back vivid memories of the few intimate moments they had shared over the course of the last year. He swallowed hard, noting with marked displeasure both the rising lump in his throat and the burgeoning arousal he felt, whose origins he knew but could hardly speak now. It was enough that his pulse moved quicker now, his heart hammering in his chest for reasons too numerous to count. In a moment of carelessness his shoulders slumped, a slow, deep exhalation shifting his posture, drifting his body closer to James'.
"I guess it does." The words brushed his lips a hair's breadth from James', each syllable a warm gust of breath passing between them both. Adam knew what he wanted to ask, but for a time he held his silence, not entirely sure he wanted the answer, but impossibly curious all the same.