"No," Justin said, "no, come on, JC, just - I won't, I won't say it -"

"No?" JC said. He sat back on his heels. When he lifted his hands off Justin's body, Justin's hips lifted, too, following him. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled down at Justin. "You're the boss."

Justin flung his head back against the sheets. He pulled his knees in until they banged against JC's sides, then spread them open again, wide and slick with sweat. He opened one eye and closed it again quickly when he saw JC watching him. "Come on," he said, "come on, JC, come on -"

"I thought you said you didn't want -"

"No," Justin said, the words spilling quick and fast, the edges blurring into each other and sliding into one long moan when JC slid his hands back over Justin's hips, "I didn't mean, not really, I swear, I swear, come on, I didn't mean no."