What a lovely view. James drank in it, letting his eyes roam over Eli's body, admiring that hard musculature. Finally, he wound an arm around the young man's waist and James leaned forward to press wet, hot kisses along his collarbone. Then further on, down his sternum and along one pec. It was really as far as he could get without actually laying Eli back. Unlike his young boyfriend, James was not a terribly flexible man.

But his free hand wandered, caressing his side in long, soothing strokes. Ah, but his skin was so warm under James' hand and he's sure Eli's pulse was racing just as quickly as his.