There was a word for that. James was pretty sure the word was "whipped". And he was. He always had been. Since the first night they had hung out, back on the beach after leaving that bar, he'd been infatuated with him. Eventually that infatuation had morphed into something more but those initial feelings were always present. And the fact of the matter was, James would do just about anything to make Fisher smile.
James closed his eyes for a moment at the feel of those fingers stroking through his hair. "Mmm, fine." He smirked a little as he opened his eyes. "And we will. I know we will. We always do."