[Steve was good with rough. Steve was good with anything that came from James. Everything he'd tried to ignore rushed back at the simple words and he almost broke down. And that hand! His breathing was ragged and only his hold on the man's hips and the wall behind him kept him upright. He didn't even have time to react the James' confession, mind so full he could barely process.
He blinked some sense back into his gaze, chest still heaving against James' hand as he tried to get a grip on himself. Who knew it would be so easy to completely undo him with barely a touch and a handful of words? Then again, James had always had that affect on him . . .]
What? I mean . . . wait. A few days? You were only home days? Just days?
[There was nothing to change the pain of the loss, but Steve wasn't dwelling on the past, especially not when the present was so much better. But just a few days? Really? Steve smiled, the expression full of relief. One of his hands lifted to touch the scar on James' face, tracing it lovingly as he spoke. Scars were badges of honor in his opinion, and sexy as hell too. Steve loved scars.]
Thank god. Oh thank god. Then no one hurt you, right? You didn't suffer for being stuck here? You hadn't lost status or anything? You were safe?
[Yeah. He'd had nightmares about the horrors James was probably facing, and that he'd be alone doing it. Whether Steve would ever tell James about that little choice Lucifer had given him was a big question mark though. He had no idea if something like that would be a good thing, or a bad one. Best to just keep it to himself.]
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He blinked some sense back into his gaze, chest still heaving against James' hand as he tried to get a grip on himself. Who knew it would be so easy to completely undo him with barely a touch and a handful of words? Then again, James had always had that affect on him . . .]
What? I mean . . . wait. A few days? You were only home days? Just days?
[There was nothing to change the pain of the loss, but Steve wasn't dwelling on the past, especially not when the present was so much better. But just a few days? Really? Steve smiled, the expression full of relief. One of his hands lifted to touch the scar on James' face, tracing it lovingly as he spoke. Scars were badges of honor in his opinion, and sexy as hell too. Steve loved scars.]
Thank god. Oh thank god. Then no one hurt you, right? You didn't suffer for being stuck here? You hadn't lost status or anything? You were safe?
[Yeah. He'd had nightmares about the horrors James was probably facing, and that he'd be alone doing it. Whether Steve would ever tell James about that little choice Lucifer had given him was a big question mark though. He had no idea if something like that would be a good thing, or a bad one. Best to just keep it to himself.]