[Stepping back was one of the most painful things Steve could contemplate doing. A deep, dark chasm was already opening up, ready to swallow him. He'd known going in it was getting serious, that he was risking the same scenario all over again, but he reached with both hands anyway, so hungry for the man it had been impossible to stay away. James called to him in ways no one else did and saying goodbye would tear his heart out. The touch startled him and he stared at James for a moment before he was scowling himself. He met the man's eyes, his own dark with pain and unhappiness. That hand burned him, tight and possessive and everything he wanted, but could he have it?]


As long as I'm not in the same room watching you fuck him, I'll be fine. But I thought you wanted us both? Threesomes and . . . and stuff like that. I don't know if I can do that again. I get so confused, especially since it's really you I want. Jim's nice, but he's not you, and when you're touching him, I'm wishing it was me.


[Steve pushed back, encroaching on James' space, physically pushing the man back against the bar as he straightened up and pressed forward. He still wasn't actively touching James, but he'd made no move to remove that demanding hand. If anything he shifted a little to make it easier to grip him there. Steve thought hard before he spoke, trying to be as blunt and honest as possible.]


I think it has to be a deal breaker James. You don't want me to be a jealous monster, I don't wanna be one, and Jim sure as hell doesn't deserve that shit. But I can't watch you two and not act badly. I . . . I don't share well James. If you're in the room, I want you to be with me. Looking at me, touching me, talking to me. I don't wanna share, even if it's Jim.