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“How about I make this drink and you go deal with them?” Kevin asked.
“It’s not me they want.” Joe chuckled.
“Fine.” Kevin smiled at Percy. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here, sug.” Percy winked.
Kevin’s cheeks flushed again, and he hurried over to deal with the girls. He found himself rushing through their drinks because he wanted to get back to Percy, and he saw Joe handing him another tequila sunrise.
Percy took a sip and smiled sweetly, but he made a face as soon as Joe’s back was turned.
There was no pineapple.
Kevin grabbed a slice on his way back, dropping it into Percy’s drink with a smile. “There we go. Need anything else?”
Percy’s sour expression melted upon Kevin’s return, and he teased, “Mm, if you’re offering. I am in the mood for something salty, meaty, freshly freed from its denim prison, and filling my mouth.” He slurped his drink. “Have anything like that, sug?”
Kevin laughed, and he knew his blush was spreading down his neck now. His cock twitched in his jeans like it knew they were talking about it. “I don’t remember seeing anything like that on the menu.”
“I’m looking to order off the menu.”
“Hey! Come on, Kevvy.” Joe smacked Kevin’s arm. “Let’s go. Your public awaits. You can serenade your boyfriend.”
Percy preened. “Impress me and I’ll throw my panties up there for you.”
“Yeah? I’ll be lookin’ for ’em.” Kevin laughed. “Leopard print, I imagine.”
“Only one way to find out, sug.”
“I better make it a good one then.” Kevin finally gave in to Joe’s pawing and let him lead him out from behind the bar.
“Break a leg. Don’t fuck it up. Whatever it is people say.” Percy waved. “Good luck!”
“Thanks! You’re a real sweetheart!” Kevin grinned, following Joe toward the stage.
Damn.
He actually liked Percy.
Yes, the man was clearly insane, but he was funny, charming, and very handsome. Maybe he would take him up on some of that back seat fumbling. But first, he had to get through this song.
Their very drunk regulars cheered enthusiastically as Kevin and Joe headed up the steps. Joe picked up his guitar, and Kevin stepped up to the microphone. Even with the spotlight on, Kevin could see Percy still sitting at the bar, and that damn flutter was back again.
Joe played the opening to Bob Dylan’s “Wallflower,” and Kevin tapped his foot, finding the beat.
It was a popular song here, and the regulars always loved it.
He tuned out the crowd as he sang, his voice strong and a little rough, but beautiful. He’d always been able to sing well, and one of his best and most vivid memories was singing with his mother in the kitchen. As soon as Joe had heard him sing, he’d made it a point to put Kevin up on stage as often as possible.
Kevin hated it.
But he knew people tipped more when he sang, so he’d get up here and do what he had to. He focused on a familiar hole in the back wall, his go-to spot for whenever he was up here. He’d never been comfortable looking at the crowd and preferred to stare at that hole.
They were about halfway through the song when his gaze drifted to Percy at the bar. He wasn’t surprised that he was looking at him, but there was something about the way Percy’s eyes were trained on him that sent heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. Kevin didn’t look away, and he sang even harder now, wanting Percy to keep staring at him just like that.
A group of men at one of the far tables were walking toward the bar, no doubt in search of more beer. Kevin had been ready to cut them off before Percy showed up, and judging by their stumbling, it wasn’t a moment too soon.
One of the men wearing a trucker hat smacked the bar impatiently, trying to get Kevin’s attention. Another in overalls laughed and pointed at Percy. Kevin couldn’t hear what was being said, but he was sure it wasn’t good.
