"J, man," JC said. Justin leaned against him, still breathless. He slipped his palm under Justin's and ran his thumb gently over Justin's knuckles. "You hurt yourself." There was a dark pink, raw-looking patch on Justin's middle finger and JC traced a nail around it. Justin hissed and grabbed hard at JC's hand. "You're all right," JC said. He bent his head and licked at Justin's knuckle, his tongue flickering quickly, and he thought Justin's fingers would bite right through his palm.