Chapter 35

Okay, he tells himself. Just chill. Act cool. You wanted street cred, didn’t you? Did you think you’d get it saying things like, “Gee whiz?”

Key starts handing out sheets of paper, on which are written the lyrics to his song. Though Joey’s right beside him, he starts with E-Z, and runs out of copies before he can get to Joey. “We’ll have to share,” he says, smiling, as he lays back, his shoulder flush against Joey’s.

Even through his denim jacket and Key’s shirt, Joey can feel heat radiating off the man’s body. He tries to pull away—surely someone like the Deej doesn’t want to press up against someone like him—but when he does, Key only moves closer. This time he plants his feet flat on the ground, wide enough apart that his thigh rests alongside Joey’s. When he holds the sheet music out so Joey can read it, too, his hand sits on the upper part of Joey’s leg, mere inches from the slowly awakening cock beginning to throb in Joey’s jeans.