JC was a good Jewish boy working in the contexts of his faith and in the way of the world. He wasn't like Judas. He couldn't just sleep around-- He didn't want to. So when he decided to do this, to really do it, he wanted it to be with someone that wouldn't leave him. And Judas, he was certain, was that person for him. They were already inseparable. JC had no reason to think that it wouldn't stay that way.

He was big on eye contact at the moment and with his arm over Judas, head on his pillow, he gazed at the redhead as if he was the only person alive right now. It wasn't the first time he'd done that of course, he was good at focusing his whole being on one thing sometimes but there was a heated difference here. Lust, desire, and simple human need had brought JC down from his lofty pedestal and coloured the way he saw Judas now.

"It does feel good. I hadn't thought it was possible to have a connection this strong."