JC looks at it funny as it thumps right above the crack of Justin's golden rear.

Oh, Shit. JC had been especially reluctant to do this after waiting until Justin was twenty one, but now, well, He just doesn't know what to think.

"Can I touch...it?" JC asks. Justin looks over his shoulder, his hand in his hair, and gives him the kindest smile.

"Of course you can," Justin grins. "I wouldn't have showed it to you if I weren't ready to do this."

"Does it always...thump when you get excited?" JC asks. Justin wonders to himself about it, and laughs.

"I don't really think about it, all that much. It's just kind of...there," Justin shrugs, "it feels funny when you touch it. A good kind of funny."

"This is so weird," JC breathes, but cannot refuse feeling the downy hair under his fingertips.

"Are you freaked out? Please don't be freaked out, I don't like it when you are freaked out, JC," Justin pouts.

"You don't have to pout about it, you know. And furthermore, I'm not freaked out. I...Just...how have you hid this for so long, hmm?" JC asks.

"Tuck Jobs," Justin shrugs.

"This is one hell of a tuck job, I'm sure." JC whispers.

"It gets to be, at times." Justin smiles. "But I like it. I like it a lot. Do you?"

JC pinches the little bunny tail, hearing Justin squeak, and smiles.

"Of course I do."