Jim laughed softly, kissing Steve's chest. "Me too. I... Far as I'm concerned, I just had sex with the guy of my dreams."

He hadn't planned on it, but he wasn't going to be sorry. Not when it had been amazing, when it had felt so good... How could he want anything more?

A laugh came, though, as he scooted up to where he could rest his forehead against Steve's. "You tore your shirt off, you know."