James was rarely ever sweet. There was only a handful of people he spared that to, and Jim was undoubtedly the one he would more often be sweet towards. That didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage of a situation when it presented itself to him so willingly, and Jim was definitely willing.

And he did say he didn't care where they went, so...

"I thought the lounge," he suggested casually, arm wrapping around Jim's waist, holding him close. His free hand roamed Jim's torso, cupping a breast and squeezing it lightly. "Not a lot of people around at this hour... not that I care even if we get an audience. I just want you..."