In the dark room Justin's hand was a blur as it moved between his legs. JC pulled him back tighter against his chest, his teeth grazing Justin's neck. Justin said he wouldn't do this if the lights were on, wouldn't do it if JC was only watching and not touching him, had so many rules that JC almost thought it wasn't worth the trouble.

Almost.

Justin gasped, his head banging back hard against JC's shoulder. "Come on," JC said, "come on," and slid his own hand down to cover Justin's. His voice blurred into Justin's as Justin gasped again and cried out, his mouth slipping hot and wet against JC's sweat-slick skin.