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Chris watches, eyes half closed as he leans against the wall. JC is across the room, talking to someone Chris doesn't know. JC doesn't seem to enjoy it. He never was one for small talk, the necessary evil, but it's what they all have to do.
He sees JC turn his head, searching for something, and it doesn't take long until their eyes lock on each other. He runs his hand over his chest, wetting his lips, and something changes in JC's eyes. They are darker, more intense and Chris knows he's turned on.
"Home," Chris mouths and JC nods.