Page 91 of Full Service

“Good lord,” I murmur and wish I could just disappear into the earth.

I’d very much like to sink into the floor and reappear in another time. A time when I’m not enrolled in the ribbon dance and didn’t get stubborn and have LoveJoy tie ribbons to my balls.

He enjoyed that far too much.

Really had a lot to say about them.

Apparently, they’re very lopsided and in need of a good trimming.

I’ll have to ask Everly about this. He will be honest and tell me if they should be examined. Or maybe altered.

Because, quite frankly, if he likes them, then I don’t fucking care about anything else.

I feel the beat of the music beneath my feet and the cheering from the crowd. I can’t even watch what the others are doing up on stage. The couple performing now is the young woman I met a couple weeks ago and her grandmother. The poor woman just stared at me and sighed as she walked past me to the stage, ribbons in her hair, on her fingers, and her ankles.

I have no idea what she’s been doing up there. I haven’t been looking.

All I know is that she’s most definitely not showing off her lady bits.

“Let’s raise the roof for these incredible dancers!” LoveJoy shouts, and the sound of his voice makes my ears ring. Oh god. This is terrible.

I need to run away and hide. But then again, the look of pure joy on Lee’s face makes me stay put. He’s living for this, for my utter humiliation.

All too soon, the music fades and Lee hops around on his feet. Well, as much as he can hop. And then he’s squeaking onto the stage, a bright grin on his face. I follow forlornly, tugging my shorts down as far as I can to hide my balls. No one wants to see them.

Really, they’re not that great.

“And now for the stars of the show, the crazy and wild Lee and Silas!” LoveJoy hoots into the mic. He’s flapping his arms around, directing all gazes toward us. Garrett is standing in the audience, waving his arms around in a sensual wave, waggling his head to the sound of an upbeat Enya. Everyone is enjoying this more than me.

Every-damn-one.

I close my eyes and feel my nostrils flare just as a round of applause picks up. I’m trying like hell not to glance at the dozens of onlookers, staring at us as the music grows louder.

“Let’s make some fucking noise!” Garrett shouts, his words in great contrast to the music currently bellowing through the speakers.

Not that anyone seems to care about the foul language. This is a den of heathens and sinners.

Lee is wiggling around, his head bobbing ferociously, his butt bobbing as he holds onto his walker. And I can’t help but join in. Because we rehearsed this. It’s only three minutes up here. It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things.

My arms flap upward and flutter around me, the ribbons whipping around as I move, and close my eyes once more, trying like hell to not think about what I’m doing. But curiosity gets the better of me and I peek an eyeball open, only to see Lee grinding on his walker and immediately shut it once more.

I don’t need to see that.

I really don’t. Then again, no one needs to see me either. I bet they’re all closing their eyes as well. They probably don’t want to see the ribbons on my balls and dangling down my thighs.

“Look at that ass!” a voice suddenly shouts from the audience.

My heart stutters, and I stop moving, my eyelids fluttering open. I know that voice.

I fucking know it.

“That’s my man! Mine!” he shouts.

My eyes pop open all the way, and there he is.

Everly.

I feel my entire body set aflame at just the mere glimpse of him. If I get a boner on stage, I will have to retreat to the mountains of Tibet and never return.

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