In every touch Adam read the reverence with which James approached this, the vulnerability that humbled a friend he'd always known to be so proud and self assured. It made him all the more certain he had chosen the right path; there was nothing to regret here, no consequences to consider that might hold them back. When they stopped again his hand gripped James' tighter, his lean, lithe shape pressing closer, seeking ever more touch. He pressed a kiss to James' mouth, his tongue tracing that full lower swell, tasting again that faint hint of something uniquely, irrevocably him. His hands moved, fitting to James' hips, thumbs hooking at the heavy fabric there. A new curiosity took hold of him, guiding his motions, his thoughts turning toward the feel of a new body against his own, something entirely different, all hard lines and unyielding flesh, rough hands and demanding lips. He could not deny his interest, nor the clear and visceral response his traitorous body was increasingly making clear.
"No more waiting," he said, smiling soft against James' skin, slim fingers sliding farther beneath the line of his pants.