The whole thing felt like it was overwhelming, like having drank half a bottle of something strong and he was floating, unable to quite find down. It felt like a drug. Didn't everything have to be perfect for JC's first time? There was something so damn innocent and pure about him that it felt like it had to be done right, not something sloppy and stupid and you end up regretting it later if you're not lucky. Making out... it was like being a kid again and not on the streets yet, when the biggest worry was stupid kid crushes and thinking you got so far because you got to slide your hand up Veronica's thigh when you kissed last night.

He forced himself to focus on what was happening now, determined to make this something good for JC. So broad hands came up, cupping either side of JC's face, tilting his head slightly to make things easier and making their kiss something more than JC's uneducated attempt. To pull back, ever so slightly, and return again, more tender than he could ever remember being with anyone in his life, almost like unconsciously he was dealing with an easily-spooked animal or something fragile that could break.