“No, but if I was, you wouldn’t need to hold onto the bars at all. I’d just make them twist around your hands.”
“Excellent, because there’s one thing I find really sexy, and it’s the blood supply to my fingers being cut off until they’re gangrenous,” James splutters. “You’ve found my hidden kink.”
“It’s not hard to find if you tell me all about it,” Michael points out.
James had done just that, without hesitation, but only when Michael had decided to ask. They had been hanging around on set together, not bored, precisely, but both approaching irritable when technical hitches keep slowing up the shoot. They’d known they were of no use to anybody when it came to sorting out lighting issues and wire harnesses and whatever the hell else was the problem so they had hung back, chatting quietly. Maybe it had been inevitable that their talk would turn towards sex.