"Tell me," JC said, holding Justin's wrists down against the bed, "tell me what you want." Justin shook his head and closed his lips.
"Come on," JC said, "if you don't tell me, I can't do it, can I?"
Justin shook his head again, stubbornly. "Not can't," he said. "Won't."
JC laughed. "Maybe so, but it's all the same to me. If you don't tell me I can't do it or I won't do it, but baby, either way it won't get done."
He dipped his head down and licked at Justin's neck, his chest, light, just teasing, and Justin hooked one leg over JC's hip and ground up against him. For a moment JC wasn't sure who would win, for a moment, then two, and then Justin knocked JC's hands from his wrists and wrapped his arms around JC's neck and whispered, just for him, whispered just what he wanted.