"As you wish," as if it was a hardship for him to do exactly that. Not that he'd let Jim get on his knees. The blade in Jack's boot would be pulled so fast, he'd be lucky to escape with just a close shave to cock and balls.

Wasn't a unintelligent, although he liked to give the impression of an unthinking lunkhead who was kept around only for his ability to hit things hard, either with fists or a well placed bullet. Jack was educated, had common sense, had been around the world a few times and knew how nasty, brutish, and short it could be. Had experienced some very close calls, didn't like them, tried to prepare for them, and when that didn't work, fought his way out, narrowly avoiding getting disemboweled. He tried to balance on that narrow ledge of Jim's sanity, swaying with the breeze, knowing that at any moment the man could turn on him. When it was good, it was very, very good, and when it was bad, Jack embraced that too, because he deserved it.

As much as he would like to - was he really going to use these words? - 'make love' to James, there were no niceties. Jack had been allowed all he was getting for the moment. Without warning, had James' spun around, chest pressing against the wall, wrists held behind his back. Watching for kicking and other attacks, he popped the buttons on his jeans, fished a ever present tube out of his pocket and, towel dropping, pressed his thick fingers into James.