As another act began on the stage, Deuce headed back behind the curtains, where his friends were waiting. A smile graced his face as he watched his boyfriend practice for their performance.
"I never knew you could dance so well, Princess."
Ty looked at his boyfriend with mock annoyance, "Hey, she led the rebellion! Anyway, Flynn is bein' awfully quiet."
Flynn popped out from behind Deuces shoulder, "Well, I've been babysat by you two enough to know that things get mushy, even if you're in public. So, to protect my poor young eyes, I try to ignore you guys." He said with a smile.
Yet all his words were in vain as the two teens were already too busy shoving their tongues down each other's throats.
"Thank you for proving my point!"
Flynn sighed, obviously no longer in either boy's field of caring. Annoyed by the small grunts that began to emanate from the older boys, he gave up.
But soon he can feel Deuce's body heat up. He looks back to see them going at it like animals, their grunts becoming hisses and moans.
"Hey! H-hey! Deuce, you got a kid on your back! Stop Sucking Ty's face!" He tapped Deuce's shoulder, which he promptly waved off, giving an annoyed grunt.
Angered, Flynn started hitting Deuce, "Deuce! C'mon man, listen to your second head!"
He surely already was.
As the boys kept macking, Flynn had had enough, and luckily, the act on stage began to bring to a close.
So, using his awesome magic abilities, he waves Deuce's underwear around, "Is this your underwear?"
Deuce broke off from Ty to grab his flailing unmentionables. "Not cool, Flynn!"
Ty snickered, "Ha, little man stole your underwear." His teasing smile not leaving his face as his boyfriend playfully punched him.
Cece walked past Ty, signaling it was time to go on stage. Giving Deuce on last peck, he left the Cuban alone with an angry second head.