The baby hairs at the base of Judas' neck were so soft. No voice was needed to make JC lightly run his fingers through them (and down Judas' neck) or to brush them away again only to repeat the sequence.
"I'm not that ticklish," JC said, soft soft and distant but not exactly far away. He was examining the other man's neck, the expanse of it, the muscles that ran beneath it and the tendon that stood out in contrast to the rest. It carried his attention more than the hair. "You'd be welcome to try but I'd still win out."
He was just being honest. His skin never seemed so sensitive. He didn't tan further than the soft olive his skin always maintained, he could cut himself in the shop and barely notice. Discomfort was just not a sense that really registered with him.
And considering where his career path would end, that was a blessing.
His fingers drifted further, stroking along just one exposed collar bone. There was an expanse of pale skin for him to be goaded into a touching. Not that he needed it.
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"I'm not that ticklish," JC said, soft soft and distant but not exactly far away. He was examining the other man's neck, the expanse of it, the muscles that ran beneath it and the tendon that stood out in contrast to the rest. It carried his attention more than the hair. "You'd be welcome to try but I'd still win out."
He was just being honest. His skin never seemed so sensitive. He didn't tan further than the soft olive his skin always maintained, he could cut himself in the shop and barely notice. Discomfort was just not a sense that really registered with him.
And considering where his career path would end, that was a blessing.
His fingers drifted further, stroking along just one exposed collar bone. There was an expanse of pale skin for him to be goaded into a touching. Not that he needed it.