[ Johnny sees it, that glimpse of uncertainty. He knows Jack's cottoning on, he can even feel him falter, just a little -- and there's nothing truly warm behind his eyes, not like his other self, and he knows Jack doesn't care.

Johnny chuckles when he comes back in to kiss him again, pressing back fiercer, not so much exploring his mouth as he is plundering it. ] My poor little gay prince. [ He laughs softly against his lips, his hand coming down to push into his pants, closing around his cock. ] You'll settle for scraps on the table because you know that's the best you deserve. Do you think he'll love you?