Not many nights later, it's another hotel room and another move and another bed and JC gives up, and lets his hands scrape through Justin's curls. Justin wiggles against him, and JC can't miss the invitation in his eyes.

"Justin?" JC hears confusion lace his words.

Justin says "Yes. Please." and tips his face up to JC. "I trust you."

JC knows he's lost. Justin may know what he wants, and JC doesn't doubt that. Justin's lips are soft and warm and he's pressing against JC in a way that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

JC closes his eyes.