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I found this in someone’s diary, i can’t remember who…sorry to that person. Anyways, I thought you would all enjoy it, especially pea.

Justin ran his hand down JC’s side.
He was sleeping.
JC sleeps a lot.
Justin sighed softly, his fingers tracing the marks in JC’s skin. He didn’t mean to grip him that hard, really.
It was one of those times where you didn’t care about any thing.
Didn’t care about how much time you had. Who could see, who could care.
Didn’t care about who else was there.
Who else mattered?
No one.
It was just him and JC.

JC was a beautiful sleeper.
His back rose and fell in a perfect rhythm. Occasionally his eyes would flutter, but never open.
Heavy sleeper.
Heavy everything.
Beautiful.

They were alone.
There weren’t any fans, any management, no one else but him and JC.
He licked his finger, run it over the marks again.
One of them was bleeding.
JC wouldn’t complain.
But JC was like that.
Justin hoped he hadn’t hurt him too much.
He couldn’t help it.
Two months without your man does that to a person.
Not just any person, him.
Phone calls aren’t enough.
Justin needed touch.
Sight.
Warmth. JC had to be there.
In person.
Here.
Breathing, his back was perfectly tanned.
The muscles tensed.
His eyes blinked, once, twice. Open.
JC swallowed.
“Morning”
“Morning, beautiful.”