Um…” James starts awkwardly, glancing around the empty room. He’s please that Michael wasn’t with someone else, although he knows that defeats the point of what he’s about to say. Michael sits on the end of the mattress, looking up at him with no expectations written on his face. “Look, I had no idea that you… I mean, I know you know, but I’m…”
He trails off as he notices the discreet bulge in Michael’s jeans. His cheeks go a little red, thinking about what Michael might have been doing when he knocked. What and who he might have been thinking about.
Michael notices James staring and holds back a laugh. “Yeah, you interrupted me,” he admits, and the tension is broken. James laughs, because he has the worst timing ever, and then Michael laughs too because he’s embarrassed. James pats him on the shoulder, shaking his head. “Sorry buddy.”