"Dude, you've seen me naked before."

"That's not the point."

"No?" Justin raised an eyebrow and smiled at JC. With *that* smile - the one that made JC's toes curl and a sliver of heat start working it's way down from his stomach.

"You'll get a sunburn," he stammered.

It was true. Justin didn't burn - he had never burned. The sun loved him as much as everything else did, and would just turn him a golden yellow that left Lance sighing in envy. But. Well, there were places JC was pretty sure Justin had never thought to put sunblock, and right now they were clearly exposed. And grow more so every second that he stared at them.

He wrenched his eyes back to Justin's face.

"I suppose that would be pretty painful," Justin mused.

"What are you doing out here anyway?"

"You were all playing piano, and I didn't want to interrupt."

"So you stripped naked and went to lie on my lawn chair?"

Justin shrugged. It was a full body movement, starting with his feet and sliding up his entire body.

"I don't have any clean clothes here."

It was true. He had come over seven days ago, for a night of movies and sex that turned into a weeklong orgy. JC doubted that *he* had any clean clothes left, himself. They had all ended up getting ripped off, or stained, or...

"I could do some laundry," he said, but he sat next to Justin, showing no signs of getting up and wandering into the basement to clean anything.

"I have a better idea," Justin said, squinting up into JC's face.

"Yeah?"

"Let's start a nudist colony."

"A." JC laughed, throwing his head back. His hair was haloed by the sun, and Justin smiled, catching a lock in his fingers. He had never understood people's fascination with his curls until JC showed up one day with a wild mane that just begged to be petted.

"Or."

"I'm afraid to ask."

"You want to help me escape a sunburn, right?" Justin asked. Or rather, purred. JC smiled.

"I have SPF 45 somewhere, from when we went to the beach."

"No," Justin said, "I'm thinking of better protection than that."

JC's gaze faltered. A blush crept up his cheeks from his neck. Justin thought he looked beautiful.

"Here's my plan," Justin said, stretching and standing up. "I'm going to carry you over my shoulder, caveman style, up to your bedroom, and have my wicked way with you until you won't be able to leave me alone and bored while you play piano, because you won't be able to sit down."

"I suppose I won't be able to talk you out of this?" JC said.

"Not a chance," Justin said.

JC smiled. "Okay."
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