Date: 2008-10-22 02:26 am (UTC)
Generally, James isn't one for public displays of affection beyond a bit of a kiss, but it's dark, and they're alone, so he doesn't protest when Jack follows the move onto his back. The look he gives him is more amused than anything else, but the amusement melts into a soft exhalation, his eyelids slipping closed as Jack runs fingernails up up the length of his neck. James's chin tips up slightly, his fringe flopping back as Jack leans over to breathe words in his ear. His tone is utterly lewd, and James laughs a little, breathlessly.

'I'm a lawyer,' he murmurs, amused, lifting one hand to toy distractedly at one of the buttons of Jack's waistcoat. 'I make my business dealing with persuasion. Couldn't do it earlier today; you think you can now?'

The challenge is unabashed. Why not, he figures. He hadn't figured on doing anything like this tonight; frankly, he'd thought Jack trickier, given his performance in the trial that morning. But now the opportunity's arisen, he's not exactly going to turn it down. James doesn't often give himself over to hedonism- business to take care of, after all, studying and working- but with breath warm in his ear and liquor warm in his veins, and a star-studded night sky above him, he thinks he might get away with it just this once.
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