James, Leon, and open because this may get ugly
James simply slipped in front of Leon, blocking his escape. Leon had been left alone, untouched for long enough. He had evoked emotion from James without James' permission and he had yet to pay for it. James wasn't the type to forget. Emotion, in any form, was like a drug to the Weatherby. He felt things for Paxton that couldn't be explained, and before he could even attempt to decipher them, he had to first get through whatever this was with Leon. Closure, in a way, though they had never dated.
Even if it was fake, and James suspected it was, Leon had been the first person in James' life to show tenderness. It was despite, or perhaps in spite of the furious rage James had provoked from Vincent that had been fascinating to watch all on its own. Somehow, much to James' surprise, Leon had been able to suppress that strong emotion and give him something else. James would never forget it. James would also never forget the way Leon said his name. Jamie was the kind of pet name that James could live with. Said only once during a most intimate sexual moment with this angry black haired sharp eyed boy, James had liked it.
Hazel eyes met hazel eyes, the two standing at an even height. "You owe me more than that, Leon." James' voice was scolding. "After our history, you think you can just walk away from me?"