JP caught the huskier tone to Julian's voice and, while he thought he was imagining it, flexed his fingers where they were still on Julian's thigh as he let his touch linger a little longer. His throat felt dry and scratchy, which he assumed had something to do with the fact that the blood in his body was definitely rushing southwards and that was going to be his excuse if this all went wrong.
He wasn't in control of his actions; his brain was completely de-oxygenated. Lacking in blood. Therefore he was making bad choices. That's what he'd say if everything went wrong.
Even as he rationalised what he would say, though, his eyes dropped to Julian's mouth and then he was leaning a little closer, hand still on Julian's denim clad thigh as he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Julian's.