Page 81 of Kiss-Fist
The lights turn brightly colored, and then three queens step out, all wearing some variation of a Carmen Miranda costume. Apple, Peach, and Pear—otherwise known as the Fruit Basket. They shake their hips as they start their first number, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Thom’s shoulders shifting down a little more.
They’re signing a song, so Thom doesn’t need anything interpreted, and he’s bouncing along to the lyrics, Rhett matching his motions. Mellie’s grinning. Fayid’s sneaking looks at me with his obnoxious little smirk because yeah, Thom is hot wiggling around like that. And whether or not he’s aware of it, he seems to show off every chance he gets.
His biceps are flexing as he thrusts his hips along with the beat, his dick bouncing. Okay, but really, this is getting a little too ridiculous.
I palm my cock and try to convince it to chill out until we’re back home, but it only works a little.
Oh, who am I kidding? It doesn’t work at all.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ROBBIE
‘It’s soamazing to see all of you,’ Pear signs as she starts to crowd-work. ‘Any anniversaries here?’
A couple in the front raises their hands, and Pear grabs the woman. She’s at least sixty, and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her at my parents’ church the few times a year they convince me to go.
Wonderful. I duck down a little as Pear twirls her and makes her do a little shimmy.
Beside me, Thom’s waving his hands with everyone else.
I feel a nudge and glance over at Rome. ‘You brought a hearie to the Deaf show. Are you that desperate? You know I never turn you down. If you really wanted to get fucked, you could have texted instead of lowering your standards for this guy.’
Is he seriously keeping this shit up? ‘Why are you angry?’
‘Because I thought we were on the same page,’ he says,his hands flying. ‘I thought we both agreed! Why are you lettinghiminvade our space!’
A hand waves in my periphery, and I turn my head to see Rhett leaning over. ‘Say that again, asshole.’
‘You know you only get a pass because you help Robbie and suck Mellie’s dick like a good boy whenever he tells you to get on your knees,’ Rome answers back.
Mellie slams his hands on the table and stands up halfway, his eyes full of fire. No one fucks with Mellie or the man he loves. Even before the guy was practically living at the gym, he was intimidating. Now, he’s got the biceps to match.
‘Do you want to go outside?’
Rome rolls his eyes. ‘Sit down before you hurt yourself.’
Beside me, Thom is vibrating with what I think is rage, and I’m feeling about six shades of humiliated because we now have the attention of the whole goddamn room. The three queens are slinking over.
Fuck. This is going to be so bad.
‘Bar fight?’ Pear asks, perfectly drawn eyebrows arched up in question.
Peach shrugs. ‘I didn’t bring my boxing gloves.’ She mimes punching Apple, who flings herself into the arms of a very, very swole twunk who cradles her. She gives a satisfied grin and pats his pec. The guy, who is most definitely his boyfriend, wearing a suit without a tie, doesn’t look bothered at all.
‘What’s going on here, boys?’ Pear asks as she finally reaches the table. ‘Are we being…unkind?’ She stares down Rome in a way that tells me they’ve butted heads before. And probably dicks. ‘You know that’s not allowed at our show. Good vibes only.’
Rome says nothing, his hands firmly in his lap.
Pear rolls her eyes, then turns her gaze on Thom. She tilts her head to the side, then smiles. ‘Hearing?’
He nods.
‘Precious.’ Her nails scrape her chin with the sign. I can see Rhett interpreting beside him. She reaches out and drags a touch down his jaw, and he flushes. I’m…shit, I’mjealous. But I also kind of like it. ‘You know ASL?’
‘I’m learning,’ he signs—the perfect, stilted classroom vocabulary that Denver had taught them all and looking so fucking cute while he does it.
She makes anooohface and spins around the room. ‘Another gorgeous hearie? Learning forme?’
