JC wriggled and nosed against Chris' skin until he could bite the back of Chris’ neck just below the hairline, and rolled his hips against Chris’ hand, which had thankfully, never let him go.  Chris shook his other hand, probably to get the feeling back into it, then jerked at the back of JC’s shirt impatiently, trying to get it off.  JC licked over to Chris’ mouth and dove in, fully intending on taking up residence, because it was really nice there, all hot and wet, and his tongue liked Chris’ very much.

++ nighttime - by Shine

Chris stirred, and Justin saw him raise his head, press sleepy kisses on the smooth skin of JC's shoulder. "Should've woken me," Justin heard, indistinct and drowsy, and JC shook his head, eyes open now and glittering.

++ master plan - by Amber

In the end, it was sex and so it wasn't perfect. He had to whack the tube of lube against the nightstand to get it ungunked and his hands were sweating and JC's were cold and their legs tangled together and it hurt, even with all the lube and the wanting. But there was a moment, JC poised over him, eyes fluttering and his mouth smiling as he said, "You should only do that again if you want me to come right away," where everything around them receded a bit and for the first time in his life, Chris didn't think about what was next, what would come after. Instead he just felt, and JC was right there with him.

++ best laid plans - by Lucy Hale

JC just couldn't think about it anymore. He let himself get lost in it like it was music. He shut his eyes and drift away and hoped maybe something happened that would mean he never had to return home. When they broke apart, finally, they were both breathing hard. JC was hard as a rock, tingling all over. Getting lost in Chris was even better than getting lost in music.

++ mandolin - by Pet

C reached, picked up the mandolin, rested the round back on Chris's shins, and plucked a little at the strings. It...yeah, it was. "Gone." Choppy and hesitant, like any new song will be when you're just figuring it out. Chris smiled. JC looked beautiful in the flicker of passing street lights, head bent, lower lip between his teeth. All shadows and hollows and smooth delicate lines.

++ in the faces of men and women i see god - by Rachel

Chris talked to him as much as JC wanted. They would sit on JC's bed in the rehab center and Chris would tell him stories and paint pictures for him. JC's fingers would trace Chris's face and he would smile because through Chris he could see the world.

++ in this world - by Rhys

JC spent more time looking at Chris than he did trying to read. JC decided a few important things about Chris. He was handsome, and looked really good with braids, and wow, did JC ever want to kiss him again. When he thought about it, he swooned inside his head and blushed fiercely. Chris caught him a few times and raised his eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

++ not like them - by Rhys

“He is so charming,” Dani said to Chris as JC explained how they’d spent the day making the pasta, and all the fancy ingredients, and how the oregano was grown by JC himself in a little pot by his kitchen window. Michelle nodded then they exchanged recipes. Chris stabbed at his pasta and ate quietly. JC was stealing his lesbians. Well, JC could have them, if they loved him so much. Fucking JC. He was so infuriatingly likeable. Chris didn’t even want to think about it.

++ normally kinky - by Kris Dow

If he closed his eyes he could imagine how Chris would've fastened the bindings carefully, lovingly, and then left JC waiting there, naked and shivering and maybe not entirely turned on, still a little nervous about it all, while he got the oil and the lube, then calming JC with oil-slick hands until the fear was gone, the tension turned to desire. Justin knew that then Chris would've started teasing, giving JC part of what he wanted, but not all of it, because what they were doing was prelude to the act, not the act itself.

++ synesthete - by lovely poet

“Because they let themselves be happy.”  JC forces himself to meet Chris’s eyes.   Ignores the shudders of clashing color and the bitter shouting he doesn't want to hear.  Chris looks like he is close to crying.  If the burning in his throat is any indication, JC thinks he might be too.  “They’re all in love.   They have something real.  Even if they don’t see it, they accept it.”

++ here we go - by Allecto

"I love you too." JC nestled closer, burying his face in sweaty, sticky skin. He wanted to glue himself to Chris, mold them together, always. Chris ran a hand along his back, soothing him into dreams. He closed his own eyes, and as he fell asleep, the pain in his temples eased, just a little.

++ traditions - by Rachel

You think maybe the past year has been building up to this and that scares you a little. Have you been doing this dance with Chris the whole time and never realizing it? Does he even realize that the two of you are doing the tango while the rest of the world is doing the fox trot?

++ Trompe L'Oeil - by Hayley

He moves like the oils he sometimes paints with, slick and slippery, gliding. He pads around the room barefoot, jeans too big and too low, hipbones fighting to get out. He watches his feet as he moves across the hardwood floor, something like pacing but less ugly. He's been doing this forever, like there's actually something to be preoccupied with in an empty room. You look out the open patio doors. Sunshine, birds, people, cars. It's all just beyond.

++ safe places - by bad elizabeth

He presses his face into the soft skin of Chris’s left knee, tasting the sweat with his tongue and wondering if doing so makes him a freak. “My freak,” Chris says, fondly, voice substantially higher than normal, and JC can’t help but hug him a little before getting back to the sexing at hand.

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