James has a thing for hips—namely, Carlos's hips.
It's not just the way he seems to move them so effortlessly in every one of their dance routines. James is jealous of that, sure, but he enjoys watching Carlos move his hips more than he wishes he could move like that.
It's the way he knows that underneath those jeans? Carlos has a tiny bruise and an imprint of James's teeth right on his hipbone, because James was unable to resist marking Carlos as his. Unable to let Carlos out of bed without whispering those two words at least once—you're mine. He loves the grin Carlos gives him at that.
It's the way he loves straddling those hips when they're in bed later, making Carlos moan in delight as he pushes his tongue between those lips. James loves it even more when it's Carlos straddling his hips, rocking them together and getting back at James for all the teasing.
It's the way Carlos moves his hips as he thrusts into James, bringing him to his peak. The way Carlos is the only one that can make him feel this amazing. When Carlos finally releases, bringing James over the edge with him, he has a hand on James's hip, whispering his name over and over.
What James loves most of all is later, when they're both spent; he loves putting his hands on those hips—running his thumb across that marking—and pulling Carlos's body towards his own, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth, sighing his name. When Carlos presses his face into James's bare chest and promptly falls asleep, James knows there's only one thing he loves more than Carlos's hips—and that's Carlos.
