jc/aj. "adjust the button fly on my levi's when you walk into the door."

If there was one thing that JC could put up with, it was teasing from the rest of the group, if only because he'd had years of experience at it. That was what let him keep from blushing when Justin nudged his elbow and said, "Your crush just walked through the door."

Briefly, he cursed that drunken game of Truth or Dare -- wasn't twenty-four too old to be playing that, anyway? -- and looked up to see AJ sauntering through the door, all leather jacket and sunglasses and beautiful tan and mouth that looked like it should have been illegal in twelve states. He shifted his weight, subtly enough that hopefully it wouldn't be visible, and ignored Justin's knowing smirk. "Shut up," he hissed under his breath.

"He likes dick," Justin said, and oh, butter wouldn't have melted in his mouth; innocent smile pasted across his face for the photographers that were watching all of them carefully for some sign of controversy that would sell the morning edition. JC wondered where Justin had learned to talk without moving his lips like that. "Or so I've been told. You should go over and see if the rumor's true."

"You should shut the hell up," JC invited, and closed his eyes, trying to think of cold and dank and unpleasant things to take his mind off the thought of AJ and dick in the same sentence. Across the room, AJ slipped down his sunglasses and smiled.

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