[Johnny has always been something new - he tried to deny it for so long, and it was made easier by the pretty face, the gorgeous body. But there's a life force to him. Light. Being with Johnny makes him seek out those things within himself, and he's surprised when he actually finds them.

He watches him kiss and touch along his body, giving a soft sound of approval as his reward. He gets harder against his palm, can't keep his hips entirely still. At least not until Johnny reaches them.]

Christ.

[Jack gasps softly and grips his hair.]

They can't have your head.

[That mouth, that everything, it all belongs to Jack.]

I'll take you away, pull you somewhere they'll never find you. I'll turn my back on all else. They'll never touch you.

[Jack groans and tips his head back for a moment just to breathe.]