“OMG! I can’tbe-lievewe are actually performing at Bayside Grooves!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing up and down, shaking his head, his blonde curls swaying as he began his warmup.
“Be-lieve it, baby! We have officially hit the big time.” Jax threw his foot onto a ballet barre and folded himself over his knee in a stretch.
“I hope I don’t piss my pants when we’re onstage,” Nelly joked as he lifted himself in and out of pointe, then dropped back into a turn-out.
“Oh shugah, do we need to get you some adult diapers?” Sean snipped, alternating hip circles and fan kicks. “I better not slip and fall in a puddle of your piss!”
“Bitch, no! You know they wouldn’t fit under these tight pants!” Nelly snapped the elastic waistband of his black pants, his jet-black bangs cascading over his forehead.
“Then you better keep your bladder under control, honey!” Harry snipped.
“For real! ‘Cause I’m dancing next to you every number.” Justin laughed as he practiced his turns.
“Ladies, relax. No piss on the stage…promise. Now, if someone wants me to piss on themafterthe show…I might be persuaded,” Nelly teased.
Everyone groaned in unison.
“Gross! You keep that shit away from me!” Sean made a disgusted stinky face.
“Alright, girls, can we move past the piss talk? If we’re gonna talk about cock, let’s at least keep it interesting.” Harry sat with his legs in a wideVand stretched his inner thighs.
Dean smiled and chuckled at his boys. Sean was his lead dancer, and Jax was the self-proclaimed mother of the group. They all got along so well and he counted his blessings every day. God, he loved them, no matter how bitchy they were, and he couldn’t wait to spring the big news on them. Bayside Grooves was just a warm-up to what was coming. He knew they would freak the fuck out.
“This is gonna befire! Did you see how big that stage is?” Jax asked as he finished his stretching.
David was quietly warming up and stretching near Jax, in the very back of the backstage area.
“Swishy, it’s your first show. Are you Okay? You’re really quiet…I mean, even quieter than usual,” Jax joked and elbowed him in his side.
“I’m fine. Just trying to get into my performance headspace.” David shot a quick look toward Jordan. Jax noticed the glance and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, you just let Miss Jax know if you need anything, alright sweetie?” Jax patted his shoulder with a little side hug.
David smiled sheepishly. “I will. Thanks Jax. I appreciate it more than you…”
“Sophieeeee!” Jax hollered as Sophie sauntered backstage with Colton.
“Miss Candy Samples!” Sophie squealed and ran to hug Jax. “Hi, ladies! You bitches ready for this?” Like chicks to a mother hen, the dancers flocked to her.
Jax pulled David forward. “Sophie, this is our newest dancer, David. David, this is Sophie Carroll.”
David’s eyes widened. “Holy shit! I know who you are!” His sudden enthusiasm shocked Jax and the other dancers. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to swear in front of you. It’s…it’s just a pleasure to meet you. I love your work!” he gushed.
Sophie grinned. “Well fuck, I don’t give a fucking shit if you swear in front of me.” Sophie pulled David in for a hug. “I’m happy to meet you too. I can’t wait to see you ladies on stage tonight. You’re gonna kill it!” She paused. “Sorry David, I didn’t mean to assume you’re gay just because you dance with these girls.”
David smiled. “No, it’s fine…”
“Oh, honey, she’s gayer than the rest of us combined!” Sean exclaimed off to the right, and everyone erupted in laughter, Sophie and the dancers with genuine, full belly laughs, while David let out a slight nervous chuckle.
The backstage area was a comfy setup, with several large, poofy chairs, tables, and a small bar area to the left side. Across the back wall, behind the seating area, was a row of make-up tables, a row of portable garment racks lined with costumes, and a few privacy screens for clothing changes.
Dean was leaning against the bar, looking off into the distance, deep in thought.
Colton strode over to Dean as Sophie continued her conversation with the dancers.
Dean was wearing a tight pair of black pants, not leggings or Yoga pants, but cut and tailored to perfectly mold to his muscular legs and butt. He wore a tight white t-shirt with the words “butt fucking is fun”, and two stick figures depicting the act printed across his chest.
Dean snapped out of his thoughts, a huge grin spreading across his face when he spotted Colton. He was wearing khaki walking shorts and a tight blue polo shirt, his muscled arms, shoulders, and chest on full display. Dean wanted to motorboat that chest so bad he could taste it!
