// striptease //

Going out to a club is the last thing you feel like doing. You're sullen, and want nothing more than to sit alone in the dark and feel sorry for yourself. You're good at that lately. Very good.

But JC is insistant, and full of energy that seems to roll off him in waves of heat and light. No one can refuse JC when he gets like this-excited, animated...driven. He knows what he wants and he'll go to any lengths to get it. It's rare for anyone to say no to JC when he's like this. Part of you wants to try it, just to see what his reaction will be-- you imagine those ice-blue eyes widening in shock? disbelief?- -but you can never bring yourself to do it, and you don't know why.

Yeah, so that's a lie, because you do know why. You know exactly why. JC's the one who always says no, and that's just the way it is. You ask, he says no, and things stay exactly the same until the next time. It's like some elaborate dance, a ritual, and it's complicated, and it's confusing as hell, and somedays it makes your insides feel like they've been shredded by tiny little thorns, but it's the way it is.

It's just the way it is.

So you don't say no, because you saying no would fuck up the whole equation, tilt the world on crazy angles, and you have enough trouble keeping your balance as it is. He's watching you as you dress, bouncing on the balls of his feet, moving, shifting around the room, picking things up and putting them back down again just as suddenly. Sometimes-like now-his energy is infectious and you feel it fizzing through your veins, lifting your mood and going clubbing suddenly seems like the best idea in the world.

"Hot," he whispers, lips moving against the back of your neck, and his hands running along your sides. You can feel the heat from his skin through the shirt you're wearing, and you close your eyes as a delicious shiver sparks though you from head to toe. Your body always responds to his every little touch. It's something you seemingly have no control over, and that scares you, because if you ever wanted to be anything in life, it was to be in control. Until along came JC and slipped right under your skin.

On the good days, having him there is the greatest feeling in the world. On the bad days, it feels like he's trying to claw his way back out.

But for now, his mouth is on your neck, and he's licking his way along your jawline, whispering in breathy half-sentences as his long fingers unfasten the buttons of the shirt you've just put on. Your hands reach up to help him as he flicks an insistent tongue between your lips, and you shiver as the silk slides off your shoulders and falls to the floor.

"The club?" you ask, inbetween kisses that seem to go on forever, and leave your lips swollen and your head spinning. "I thought you wanted--?"

He cuts you off with with another kiss, teeth nipping your bottom lip gently. "No." And he takes your face in his hands and looks at you, those blue eyes never wavering.  "Tonight I just want you."

And really, for tonight that's all you need to know.

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