[ In the aftermath of the gala, James had been a little more absent. It wasn't that he thought things had changed that much. After all, he'd been dosed up on those drugs, and Steve had been too. That was what he thought anyway, and that had been why Steve had acted the way he did. Which isn't to say Steve wasn't usually that intense, but he had definitely never talked about claiming and having him all for himself. That had to have been the drugs, James was sure of it.
On the other hand, he struggled with how much truth those drugs had uncovered. Just thinking about Steve spread an uncomfortable ache in his chest. Imagining seeing him again made his heart quicken in what he registered as some kind of anxiety attack. He had to make sure those symptoms were gone or under control before facing Steve again.
But it was like Steve was reading his mind, and refusing to let him have the time he needed. There was that tightness in his chest again when he read Steve's words. Something for him? Like a gift? Shit, the thought excited and terrified him both.
It was probably a solid hour before James texted back, words curt and to the point. ]
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On the other hand, he struggled with how much truth those drugs had uncovered. Just thinking about Steve spread an uncomfortable ache in his chest. Imagining seeing him again made his heart quicken in what he registered as some kind of anxiety attack. He had to make sure those symptoms were gone or under control before facing Steve again.
But it was like Steve was reading his mind, and refusing to let him have the time he needed. There was that tightness in his chest again when he read Steve's words. Something for him? Like a gift? Shit, the thought excited and terrified him both.
It was probably a solid hour before James texted back, words curt and to the point. ]
At the bar. Come by.