"That's because Prince James had really awful clothes," James jokes with a chuckle, kissing Davin back against the side of his face as he pulls away his belt and jacket. He is dirty and still covered in the dirt and gravel from the ground, and he is certain his face doesn't look to good either. But all he wants to do is let Davin undress him and tug him off to bed.

He kicks away his own shoes and socks, and then he follows Davin over to the bed and sits on the edge looking over beside him. "I should've known that name was going to stick," he says, as he lays down beside Davin with his head on the pillow.