Page 16 of Rock Giant
Nettles had loads of uses.
“Gloves,” Ash helpfully offered a pair, be them of the fingerless mitten variety that at a guess someone had handmade him.They were baby-shit green with a motif of flamingo pink mice and had Danger Mouse written across the knuckles.He was going to remark upon their ugliness, but suddenly thought, what if Ginny had crocheted them?Then the remark would land him in deep shit, and he didn’t feel like wallowing in poo.Bad enough that he still had Damon’s lecture noodling about in his head.
Ronnie sniffed at the offered gloves, and continued to pout, which made him look cute rather than sour faced.He turned on the puppy dog charm too, rounding his kohl-enhanced eyes.Paul remained resolutely unswayed.
“Sorry, but rules are rules.You need to do your part.This is not an acceptable contribution.No cider or s’mores for you.”
“But…but…”
“Just offer him a blowjob,” someone called.
Xane, Paul suspected, but it might have been Cave Troll who was lurking around in the background like some sort of hulking bodyguard making sure their campfire didn’t attract any unwanted visitors.Honestly, a few extra visitors might have been a welcome distraction, providing they came bearing the appropriate offerings of course.Things were feeling rather insular.Maybe he ought to have sent invitations over to some of the other groups.Except, it would have been difficult to do that without putting Toys in the Attic at the top of that list.And he… Well, he didn’t wanna.
“Do blowjobs count?”one of the ladies asked.He wasn’t paying enough attention to notice who.“I wasn’t told that was an option.”
“Do you really want to be wrapping your mouth around the monster he’s harbouring?”Cave Troll replied.
“She’s not wrapping her mouth around his cock,” Ash said over the top of various mutterings.Ah, so Ginny, then.
“Already did, hun.Sorry to remind you, and all…”
Ash grouched.Ginny gave him a pat on the head, then hugged his arm.Within a couple of seconds, they were smooching.And that was all it took for the rest of his band mates to start getting cosy with their lovers too, leaving him and Ronnie trying to find neutral positions in which to focus their gazes.
Okay, Ronnie was outright gawping, but he didn’t need a ringside view of all the tongue sandwiches.It was great that they were all happy, but man… He pried the top off one of the ciders and flopped onto the blanket he’d laid out.For several minutes, he did nothing but swig his drink and stare into the flames.Gawd, he didn’t half miss the old days, when the guys were up for shits and giggles of an evening, and everyone would have been in if he’d suggested a daft game or… Or maybe he was pinning that on them.What was to say they wouldn’t still be up for some silliness?It’s not like he’d asked, and lord knows when you were on the road, you needed those moments of levity.
Which was why that dumb remark about the blowjob sprouted legs and ran wild right through multiple rounds of storytelling, when it ought to have been forgotten.It was like an echo doing its thing in a bloody loop.Xane’s creepy as fuck ghost story somehow referenced it.Same with Spook’s headless man offering that had them all howling so much, there were tears glistening on people’s cheeks.He decided they’d just unanimously decided it was pick on Paul night, which mean the best option was to roll with it, and accept it as intended, as a bit of harmless fun.
It did niggle though.Maybe because it’d been so long since anyone had blown him.Ronnie started squirming around beside him, too.Hard to tell if that was due to the convo though, or just typical Ronnie restlessness.
Paul cracked open another bottle and offered him it.“Suppose I can let you have one, in the spirit of community and whatnot.”Mabon wasn’t just about harvesting.It was about forging community and sharing your bounty with those around you who weren’t so fortunate, because maybe they’d be around for you when you needed support too.Values his parents had drummed into him from an early age.His upbringing might have been atypical and excessively free range, but his parents had never left him in any doubt about the things that mattered.It boiled down to: if you could make someone else’s life better in some way, by sharing your time, or something you had and they didn’t, then that’s what you did.And they’d do the same for you when you needed help.It’s why he never wasted energy worrying about them.Karma, or whatever you wanted to call it, would make sure they were taken care of.
Ronnie closed his fist around the neck of the offered bottle and beamed at him.“Sure I don’t need to blow you first?”
Like he said, legs that wouldn’t die.
“Not necessary, Ron.”
“Sure?I don’t want you thinking I’m not contributing properly.”
“I don’t.”
“Well, the offer stands.”
“Let it go, Ronnie.I’m not so desperate for a shag that I need to accept blowjobs from a bandmate.”Just over yonder, there were literally hundreds of pretty ladies who’d probably be only too happy to make him happy.If he could be arsed to go schmooze them.Which, honestly, he couldn’t.He wasn’t in the mood.Cider normally lifted his spirits, but tonight, it felt like he was stuck in the sediment.
He pried the top off another bottle for himself and let the taste of mouldering fruits settle on his tongue.
“Is that a no, then?”
“Yeah, it’s a no.”
Ronnie’s grin remained firmly fixed in place, while he consciously or unconsciously made suggestive hand movements around the neck of his drink.If it’d been one of the other guys, he’d have confidently said it was deliberate.With Ronnie, hard to tell.The boy was forever fiddling with things.Take away the bottle and he’d be squishing and eating one of the multiple bags of gummy sweets secreted about his person.
“Is that cause your knob’s still sore?”
Good grief!“Give it a break, eh?”While he’d been abstinent for a stint while his most recent set of piercings healed, they’d done so nicely weeks ago.“You don’t even want to blow me.”
Ronnie’s head came up immediately.“Says who?I never said.Did someone else?I don’t like it when people speak for me.”
