JC was sitting on the couch with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, thinking of nothing but the sensation of motion as the bus sped along the road. Then Justin's hand was bunched in his shirt, pulling him up a little, and just as JC opened his eyes Justin kissed him. Justin kissed him long and deep, his mouth open, and by the time JC realized there were things he should have been thinking about his mind was capable of nothing more than skittering scraps of words, here and the guys and do they know. Justin let go of his shirt and pulled away, his chin bumping against JC's forehead, and JC could hear Joey laughing and Chris hooting. He reached up and grabbed Justin's shirt, pulling him back down to his mouth, pulling so hard that he could hear Justin's feet skid along the floor behind them.