Chris lifts up the blanket so Justin can crawl under, and JC shifts his legs to make room. Justin is naked too, having stripped off his clothes on the way into the room. He shivers, and it's not just from the chill of air against his bare flesh. Chris and JC's bodies are warm, and Justin presses against them both, feeling the heat pass through him, through his skin. He's in the middle of the two of them now, and turns his body to face Chris, nuzzling against the softness of his neck, feeling the brush of those crazy beard horns against his cheek. JC's hands are soft and warm on his back, and JC's mouth and teeth are sending little jolts of pleasure down his spine as they work their way along his shoulders. Then JC's mumuring in little breaths against his ear, and though they're only half-spoken, Justin's nodding, because he doesn't need to hear the words to know what they are. It's not like he could speak anyway, because there's the small matter of Chris' tongue, flicking at the corner of his mouth, quick and insistent. Justin can feel JC's erection pressing against his back as JC shifts behind him, and Justin realises he's hard too, and he'd bet money on it that Chris is as well, but that thought goes right out of his head as Chris' hand closes round his cock and starts to pump gently. JC's still whispering to him, little hisses in his ear. Telling him what he wants to do to him, how he wants to make him feel, and Justin's whimpering helplessly because oh yeah, he wants that, that sounds good, that sounds great, that sounds like the best fucking idea he's ever heard in his entire life. It feels like all his senses are heightened somehow, like he can hear every sound, feel every movement, every touch, and his head is spinning, whirling to keep up with the overload. His hips seems to have a mind of their own, and they're snapping forward, matching the motion of Chris' hand, stroking, gliding, drawing him upwards helplessly. He's aware of JC's fingers pinching and twisting at his nipples, and he can feel the the tug of pleasurepain deep in his belly. He can't stop the desperate little noises he's making in his throat, and Chris leans in and covers Justin's mouth with his own, tongue swirling and his hand constantly moving on Justin's cock, never missing a beat. Suddenly there's the sharp sting of teeth into flesh-JC, on his bicep- and Justin gasps and arches, body taut as if strung on wire. For a moment, he can't breathe, can't think, can't move...then the world tilts on all kinds of crazy angles and there's colours, voices, heat, light and skin and he's in the centre of it all. He shudders, and comes hard, bucking helplessly against Chris, who is murmuring to him, lips brushing promises against sweat-sheened skin. Justin tilts his head back, and JC's licking and sucking at his his neck, making urgent little sounds as he thrusts against Justin's hip. Chris' hand is on his own cock now, and it only takes a few strokes before he lets out a muffled cry against Justin's collarbone. JC is almost frantic with need now, rocking and moaning against Justin. Justin shifts slightly, Chris sated and pliant against him, and grasps JC's cock. JC hisses between clenched teeth, hips thrusting and bucking. And then he's arching into Justin's hand, head back, keening low in his throat, muscles in his belly pulsing as he orgasms. Now it's skin against skin, soft murmurs and even softer kisses. Breath, and heat and comfort. Justin stretches sleepily as he leans against the solid warmth of Chris' body, feeling the steady heartbeat against his back. He smiles as JC sighs contentedly and twines long limbs around him. He's never wanted anything more than this. Never needed anything more than this. He closes his eyes and sleeps.