turps

[The Lion Sleeps Tonight! ♥ ♥ ♥]

[Oh... should I go the more mind warping way just because I can? But it doesn't feel right without having done more research... Um.]

Justin's glad he lit the candles and took extra care picking out the quilt because it looks nice, it feels special. JC's so close, Justin can feel the music as well as hear it and sing it, and it's buzzing around him and through him, making that single glass of wine he had feel even more intoxicating. And the wool on Chris' neck. Now, that it's clean, it's so soft, he can't help touching it, tangling his fingers in it.

It reminds him of Chris' dreads. Not that he got to touch the dreads in a situation like this, but still... It hits him with a wave of remembered longing. He's loved Chris for so long, sometimes it feels like forever, and back then, back when Chris had the dreads, there'd been no chance for him. Chris wouldn't even look at him that way. He'd wanted so badly to grab hold of those dreads and kiss Chris. The memory of that helpless, hopeless desire wells up inside him.

When he and JC had discussed this--well, when JC had waxed poetical about it and Justin had tried not to run away with his hands over his ears because Chris was still there, even if he couldn't join the discussion, and he loved Chris--they'd decided that Justin topping would be best.

But now, he doesn't know. When he makes love to Chris like that, he always kisses him--kisses him a lot, so that it's as much kissing as fucking--so Chris knows that this is important, that this is about him and Justin together and not just Justin getting off. But, he can't kiss Llama!Chris. Not the right way, not passionately.

Maybe... He looks at the hay bale, thinks about spreading himself over it, maybe having JC prep him and then help Chris slip inside. And he blushes.