Things happened in the span of seconds that went from utter confusion to utter shock to utter 'what the hell is going on'. Judas looked up from his boots, ready to toe them off, and got quite an eyefull. JC was a good looking man, almost anyone could admit that, but there was something particularly attractive to see him at that angle, with that not-so-subtly suggestive amount and positioning of clothing. Then to hear him say that?! It was such a foreign thing to hear from JC that it actually took Judas' mind time to realize what was even just said. Did JC even realize what he just said?? That touch wasn't so different than JC had done in the past but combined with everything else--

JC certainly had his full attention when the kiss came. That was most certainly outside of anything JC had done, or more like let him do, in the past that Judas, a thousand times more used to this gesture than JC, actually froze. His body knew what to do, unconsciously bringing a hand up to the back of JC's head and tangling in brown strands, but his mind? That was going a thousand kilometers a second, balking awkwardly, then running again, like a small rodent panicking.

The kiss would only last a few seconds beyond that before Judas brought his head back, eyes wide, looking down at his friend. "...what...?" He didn't even have words, or more like he had a million and none of them could get out. Who was this and what had they done with JC?