Chad got down on his hands and knees in front of the boxes that made a short wall behind each seat. Tucker, staring at Chad’s unintentional invitation, lost his train of thought. He wanted to fuck Chad. He wanted Chad to fuck him. Man, he thought, guys are lucky! They can have sex together twoways! Why would anyone knock that? He hoped that Chad would agree.
“Tucker.”
How long had Chad been talking? “Huh?”
“I said, what about that song Roy put on for us? ‘This Guy’s—’“
“No!” Tucker snapped.
Chad sat back on his heels. “Oh. Sorry.”
“No. I am. I…I didn’t mean to yell, dig?” Tucker got to his knees beside him and rubbed his cheek with his knuckle. “That song reminds me of Roy. He played it all the time. Annoying City, man.” He lied with a smile. “We need something all our own…special, just to us.”