James S. Potter the Greatest has moves like Jagger (king_james) wrote in wariscoming,
James gave a tiny crooked grin. "You're cute when you ramble." Then he shrugged slightly, and amended. "Cuter, to be perfectly honest." James just couldn't believe his gifts. He was just absolutely amazed by the journal at first. Then he opened the box. And that was... that just was ... James was really want step away from squealing. He was caught between that and petting the box and the disks some more. The gift was magnificent. To James all of Elvis was. But to have the DVDs to watch whenever and he was rather he hadn't seen a lot of these.
He just loathed to put the box down. But he had to. For what he wanted to do next. Momentarily.
Very carefully he set it on a table next to him. Before he did, he made sure to wipe it down with his hands. Checking for crumbs or other stickyness. Then he turns his focus, intense gaze on Andrew. He moves closer just slightly. But he doesn't crowd the other bloke. "I'd like to kiss you. May I kiss you know?" He asked, voice low. Wanting to so badly but not wanting to startle the older, yet more timid, male. He just wanted to thank him. And taste him. And okay, maybe some very heavy petting but hopefully that would be gotten to later on in the night.
Hopefully if Andrew ended up liking his present. James was confident that he would but now he wanted to like it almost as much (because really. Elvis. No way anyone's excitement for anything could beat his excitement for Elvis) as he had been over both his presents. Put together.