Page 20 of Rock Giant
“Right.”Ronnie touched his cheek where Paul had just patted him.“Only problem with that is that I’m shit at growing stuff.I even managed to kill the cactus I had.It went all brown and shrivel-ly.”
“Know what else is brown and shrivelled?”After drinking the bottle or two he’d brought along with him on this stroll, his head was full of fog.He’d had a nip or two ofboom-boomfrom the flask tucked into his boot too.
“No, what?”
He paused, trying to remember and had to shake his head.“Don’t remember.”
“That’s a shit joke,” Ronnie said, laughing anyway.
“That’s it,” he recalled.“A turd.”
“Dude, there’s something up with your innards if they’re coming out like that.”
“A flinty graveller – a turd after a festival,” he elaborated.“You’ve never experienced that after a bit too much to drink and active avoidance of the festival bogs?”
Ronnie shook his head, seemingly bewildered by the notion.“I’d never been to a festival before I started playing at them.”
“Never?”That was mind-blowing.He’d attended his first festival aged three weeks.Not that he could remember it, but he imagined it had been like every other festival.They were much of a muchness, and at least to him, a familiar sanctuary.It made his current twitchiness all the more remarkable.Drinking hadn’t shaken him of it, and honestly, trudging around with Ronnie was probably making it worse, all that nonsense about blowjobs having created an uncomfortable tether between them that would need to be disposed of sooner or later.
Sooner, based on the way Ronnie was looking at him, concentrating on his lips when he spoke and checking him out in a way that was probably meant to be subtle but definitely wasn’t.The boy had sex on the brain.
Paul definitely didn’t have a sudden boner for Ronnie Bush.On the other hand, there was a charge flowing between them, and he wasn’t averse to having a bit of fun.
He would quite like to get laid.
He had that itch.
Though, what he really desired was a pretty plump maiden with breasts so big he couldn’t encompass them with his hands, and a nice soft tummy that made folds when she sat, and thick thighs to wrap around him as he explored the cavern at their apex.But, failing that, and because he was an opportunist, and open-minded, and always up for an adventure, he’d take what was on offer.If it was still on offer.
“Bushie.”
“Yeah.”
“About that offer you made… Are you still good for it?”
Ronnie coughed and spluttered and made a show of patting himself on the chest.He brushed his long hair behind one ear and peeped up at him from beneath dark eyelashes.“Um, yes,” he said drawing out the syllables.“I mean, sure, that is, if you are too.”
It was cute the way he was trying to play it cool.
Trying, because he was failing utterly.His smirk made his lips pucker, and his eyes lit like fucking lamps.
“I was thinking maybe now.”
“Now!”Ronnie choked a little.Then he started patting down his pockets for his jelly sweets.The moment they were in his hands, Paul took them off him and pushed a jelly ring onto the end of his rolled tongue.
Result—rabbit in the headlights.Ronnie stared at him.“You’re shitting me, right?”
“Nope.”
He watched the man’s Adam’s apple bob as he gulped.“You’re seriously gonna let me?You’re not just fucking with me like earlier?”
“Didn’t want it to feel like peer pressure.You had a whole gaggle of them egging you on.If you’re gonna, I’d rather you did it because you wanted to.”
Ronnie’s teeth dug into his lower lip, then he blurted, “I really fucking wanna.”
“’cause of the ladder?”
“Not just that.”He gave a funny little squirm.“Though I am fascinated by it.Kind of terrified too, to be honest.”
