"I know that I can't do it. I know a lot of people that can't do it," he said, admiring Ronan's own glittered body.

But there was something that he could do and he slowly did it now; Johnny allowed his body temperature to rise considerably while he stared at Ronan, his eyes fixed upon his mouth. He was not burning to the touch, obviously, but he was more than just warm. With his hand still holding to Ronan's, Johnny began to move it slowly downward, over the taut ridges of muscle that made up his torso and lower stomach.