Henry was lounging on the bed. Rumpled blue velvet pushed against the contours of his long, lean body. James had never seen him naked before. He had barely even dared to picture it. His light brown skin was impeccable. Smooth, with sparsely freckled shoulders and moles placed strategically against every kissable crease. There was blonde hair on his arm and around his one visible dark nipple. There was blonde hair between his legs also, spirals of gold that vanished into the dark crease where the blankets obscured everything else. James was not even aware that he had been breathing until it stopped. ?Henry.?