Much to his utter embarrassment, this is not a onetime occurrence. He manages to keep his composure most of the time, but every time they have to shoot another training scene, that composure goes the way of the Dodo bird. He tries to tell himself that he’s just impressed, that’s all. It has absolutely nothing to do with wanting Michael’s cock on, near, or in him.
Historically, James doesn’t even like men in that way. So why he continues to find himself obsessing over Michael’s cock is a complete and total mystery to him. Why he continues to fantasize about dropping to his knees and rubbing his cheek against the bulge is anyone’s guess.
James is starting to reconsider his previous stance concerning the whole heterosexuality thing.
By the fourth appearance of the gray sweat suit, James is pretty sure that the universe is trying to tell him something. He’s pretty sure that the universe is trying to tell him that he wants Michael Fassbender’s cock in his mouth, and the sooner the better. He’s comforted by the fact that he’s not alone in this sentiment; Michael was the kind of man that could share sexual tension with a doorframe. Everyone who’s ever met him probably wants to suck his cock, so really it’s up to James to give the universe what it wants.
By the time Matthew yells cut and everyone scatters to their trailers for a break, James is three seconds away from combusting. Those sweat pants are practically obscene, the fabric unable to conceal the fact that Michael is most certainly not wearing anything underneath. James vaguely wonders how they’re going to be able to get a PG-13 rating for this film when Michael’s cock refuses to be tamed in those pants, but as Michael wanders off to his trailer, he nearly breaks out into a run to follow. There’s only half an hour left before filming resumes, and he is not going back to his hotel tonight without knowing what it’s like to suck Michael’s cock. He refuses.