This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James
James had not noticed Leon, but he would have been harboring a secret smile, had he known the poor boy had not only come out of the dungeons to celebrate the New Year with his boyfriend, but that he'd found said boyfriend with someone else. It was better maybe then that James hadn't spotted Leon in the crowd. He would have moved a lot faster to get Mickey out of his clothes.
James himself wasn't overly sexual. He had had his first love, his first heartbreak, and he'd sworn to never partake again. Adrian, the cute and hot fairy boy, was something he was still trying to figure out. His sire was a given. But on a normal basis, James was a vampire. He didn't become easily aroused unless there was blood involved and tonight he had been fed with human blood at another party, and he wanted it. Even still, there was no hurry.
Mickey's door was shut, his room given a once over, and then James was focusing on the warm body. It was different with everyone. No one made love the same way, felt the same, or tasted the same. "Are you sure you even can?" he challenged with a flash of a smile and more of a gentle rising and falling sound in his voice that was closer to his English heritage than his American. "You've got a very hard critic on your hands, but I suppose you could start by taking this off," he gave a tug on the shirt with the painted bones.
James' fingers moved off of Mickey and he backed away, watching him expectantly. He had moved close enough to the bed to take a seat.