Where James' shock began to fade, Adam's had not abated in the least. His own forwardness, his embracing of this odd behavior even in the safety of this dream-state, had left him feeling somewhat off kilter. But this feeling only deepened as James' hand in his hair and the hard warmth of his body brought to mind something entirely unexpected. It took him back to Valentine's Day, to a strange crush whose nature he still could not begin to understand, whose mere inception was an anomaly in Adam's life. To date Philip had not paid him the least bit of attention; Adam's heart beat harder to think of it. The memory spurred him on as idle curiosities swam through his thoughts, comparing the two men, noting how different Alex felt in his arms, wondering if James' thoughts now ran parallel to his own when in her presence. The thought brought a sigh to his lips, silenced by the slide of the other man's tongue over his. Thoughtlessly his head canted to James' touch, his shoulders going lax in his unforgiving grip, his body unwittingly moving as his friend bid.