JC laid on his stomach, hands fisted slightly in the sheets. Joey came behind him, running hands up the backs of his legs, chuckling slightly when JC jumped.

"It's better when you relax," Joey said, his voice soft, smooth. When JC relaxed slightly into the mattress, Joey picked up the candle on the nightstand, letting the wax drip onto JC's back in a slow, constant line.

JC hissed, then moaned when Joey blew softly on the cooling wax. He ground his hips into the bed, stopping abruptly when he felt the smack on his ass.

"You'll get off when I tell you to," Joey growled, "and not a minute before."

JC whimpered, and Joey lubed up his fingers. "I'll make it good, babe," Joey soothed. "Just relax."