[Steve liked pestering James, even though he knew the stubborn asshole would be less and less likely to tell him anything. It was fun. It was . . . friendly. There was more than just the lust there now, there was something a great deal deeper that he hoped they could keep building on. He grinned at James and flexed his fingers in the pocket, giving the man a nice stroke on one cheek.]


But I like asking you questions. And I might get annoying enough you give in. As for stopping you though, it seemed pretty effective when I laid on you. You couldn't shove me off. Or was it you just didn't want to? I was in a lot of pain . . .