It never really occurred to JC to be interested in these things. He'd gone through puberty without having too many thoughts on girls or boys for any particular reason. He had been asked out a bit, though his soothing smile and normally clueless approach to dating turned any outing into just hanging out. Most people got the idea by the end of the first date and just let it alone.

"There are painfully few things in this world that are fair," he murmured, paying little attention to Judas' face or eyebrows or questioning stare. He had already started on tracing his breastbone as far as his arm could go without leaning, fingertips resting a few inches above his navel.

His face.

With another instruction, JC returned attention to Judas' cheek, thumb lightly scratching along a stubbled jaw line.