Chapter 8

“The understudies.” Ridley poured a palm full of talc from a can. Rocco watched in the mirror as he rubbed at his buttocks, up and down each leg, and then in between them.

“Seems like we’re on the same page,” Rocco said, both hands on his waistband that had somehow ended up mid-thigh again.

“Would you like some help with those?” Ridley took a step closer.

“No, that’s o…Maybe. I think the damned things are crawling back up.”

“Not a problem.” Ridley got on his knees and tugged. He turned Rocco around, looked straight at his hard-on, then up at his face. “Talcum.” He lifted each of Rocco’s feet, tossed the green tights aside, and then asked, “Anything else…while I’m here?”

Rocco usually had to look past prescription lenses to see Ridley’s emerald eyes. With contacts, not only was Rocco entranced by the specks of glistening gold he now noticed looking down into them, he was also intrigued by the wispy, ginger lashes, top and bottom. “Top or bottom?”