Yes, good. Closer. He could clearly feel that lithe muscle hidden under Eli's clothes pressed against him. His body screamed for more, but he still had some semblance of control over himself. He didn't shove his hands into the boy's clothes or grope him or any of that.

James was breathless when they parted, too. That lustful fog started forming in his brain, but even that didn't prevent him from chuckling quietly at Eli's comment.

"Don't worry," he murmured quietly. He brought his hand back to Eli's cheek, eyes darting over his face to look for any sign of distress. "There's no way we could have sex here." Even if he wanted to, which he didn't (not here). "Firstly, it's too public and we'd definitely get caught. Secondly, even if that wasn't enough of a deterrent, we don't have anything we'd need for that."