Adam gave himself over to it, sinking sleepily into James' embrace, shivering almost imperceptibly as his friend's purring laugh echoed through his flesh. The sound raised the hair on his arms, at the nape of his neck, raising gooseflesh on his pale skin as the vibration coursed through him. In answer he exhaled deeply, a sound akin to a heavy, contented sigh; their bodies shifted in response, hips to hips, chest to chest, his every sense heightened by this new, unplumbed depth. His tongue slipped beneath James', letting him lead, taking whatever he had to give. As time passed, as they grew closer, touched more, the tension of the moment seemed to bleed away. Though he did not feel the intensity of connection he experienced with Alex, or the pulse-quickening infatuation he felt upon seeing Philip, there was something here he could not quite explain; James was no stranger, after all, and the shared bond of their past made this less uncomfortable than perhaps it might have been otherwise. As he let his racing thoughts slowly but steadily quiet Adam felt his body respond: At first only small motions, slowly building to something more.