He wanted to mark him as his own.
He wanted to leave blood-filled bruises on his neck, his hip, everywhere.
It was an obsession that Joey couldn�t shake.
His eyes, starry and blue, captivated Joey. He only wanted those eyes trained on him.
Images of licking his neck, tugging on his bottom lip, pressing into his body, inflamed Joey�s mind and body.
JC was unaware of Joey�s thoughts.
But that night, when JC pressed up against Joey�s back and whispered in his ear, Joey knew he was wrong.
JC wanted Joey too.
And planned on marking him as his own.