It Jesus wasn't real until he made the first move, then the moment Judas looked up from unlacing his boots, the man in the bare feet and bare chest with the button to his black jeans open would be a reality. Fingertips traced the jagged edge of face to beard, like he was blessing the demarcation, before he knelt between Judas' feet. Bracing himself with a hand on the other man's thigh, JC made sure that he caught the attention of those pale blue eyes before he smiled.

"Let's figure out a way to keep your back from hitting the bed then," he said, gentle and teasing as if it did not occur to him that he was making a proposition. And even Judas himself might not think he was either until JC gave himself a little boost up with his toes to lightly press his mouth to Judas, perfect smile to crooked teeth.

Judas might have been able to ignore the feel of the healing done to the muscles in his back but how could he ignore the itingle of something so soft?