[He nodded, eyes following his fingers as they moved up and down James' throat, worshiping that vulnerable part of the man. Steve still remembered their first encounter vividly, and what James had asked for during it. He smiled a little at the memory, thumb stroking over the man's Adam's apple fondly.]


Yeah. That's the one. Did you read about it in the text books James? Do they still teach something so old where you come from? When is that anyway? I have a feeling you're worlds farther along that I ever got.


[It shouldn't matter, talking about his past. He'd done it before with no problem, but suddenly Steve felt . . . a little squirmy. He didn't want James to think less of him for his decisions and actions, and his life was full of glaring mistakes. It suddenly mattered in a way it hadn't before. Peggy never asked about his life really, and that worked for them. When they'd been together on the island, it was like they picked up right where they left off, taking it from the dance and moving forward into a real relationship. With Lucas . . . well. He'd known from the get-go there wouldn't be a whole lot of questions, not in the same way.

He grabbed at the chance to turn the tables and start finding out more from James, though he wouldn't hesitate to answer more questions from the man if he asked. It was just a nice break . . .]