Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts by Charlie Cochet Page B

a few minutes and that’s it. He’ll love it.”
    Was the guy serious? Judging by Javier’s expression, he was serious. “You want me to strip in front of a bunch of strangers?”
    “For Quinn. And we’re all friends there. It’s nothing his cousin hasn’t done before. Not for Quinn, obviously. I can’t ask Miguel. That would be weird. And wrong. And Quinn would kick my ass.”
    “You know Miguel?”
    Javier peered at him. “Do you?”
    “Quinn’s mentioned him.”
    “What else has Quinn said?”
    “Nothing.”
    Spencer studied Javier. That was weird. Javier frowned, his gaze seemingly somewhere else before he shook himself out of it and grinned widely at Spencer.
    “So, what do you say?”
    “I don’t think so. Sorry.” As much as he’d love to provide Quinn his fantasy, there was no way he could do something like that. “But good luck. I’m sure you could find a few places online.” He’d started for the door when Javier caught up to him and ran in front to stop him.
    “Okay, how about before everyone arrives. Just for Quinn. I’ll cue the music for you, you come out, do your thing, and when the music turns off, you know it’s time to go.” He put his hands together. “Please, I really want to make this special for Quinn. I’ve been kind of a dick lately and want to make it up to him. Please, Spencer. I’m begging you.”
    “Javier—”
    “Please.”
    Javier pleaded with big brown eyes, and Spencer couldn’t believe he was even considering such insanity.
    “Just me and Quinn?”
    Javier held a hand up in promise. “Just the two of you.”
    Spencer worried his bottom lip. He couldn’t believe he was saying this. “Okay.”
    “Yes! Thanks, man. You are awesome!”
    “But only if it’s me and Quinn,” he warned. He trusted Javier about as far as he could throw his ass.
    “You got it. I’ll take care of everything. You just show up with whatever you’re going to wear, okay? Quinn will probably wonder why you’re not there so I’ll just make something up until you show.” Javier clapped him hard on the shoulder before letting out a whoop. He gave him a wink before disappearing inside.
    What the fuck had he just agreed to?
     
     
    THIS IS insane .
    Spencer paced his bedroom. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. For the hundredth time, he stopped in front of the long mirror behind his door. He looked like an idiot dressed in a short-sleeved white navy uniform with an officer’s cap and white gloves. It was a tear-away costume from a shop on South Beach.
    “What the hell am I doing?” He paced some more, telling himself he was doing this for Quinn. It would only be the two of them. A little dancing—which he wasn’t completely terrible at—followed by a little stripping, a little groping, and then Spencer would make his exit. He could do this. If it would make Quinn happy, surely he could step out of his comfort zone for a little while. “Okay, let’s do this.” He took out his phone and texted Javier that he was ready. Receiving the okay from him, Spencer took a deep fortifying breath and left his apartment.
    “Fuck.” His hands were shaking. “Deep breath.” He pulled the brim of his hat low over his eyes, his thumbs in his trouser pockets. The door opened to the rising sounds of electric hip-hop with bass strong enough to shake the house down. Good thing the walls in this building were thick. Spencer walked in and started moving in time to the music, making sure to keep his head lowered. It was easy to move his hips to the pounding drums, and he bent his knees, his hands on his thighs as he moved his ass. There were several catcalls, and Spencer’s heart leaped in his throat. He discreetly looked up. It wasn’t just him and Quinn.
    Swallowing hard, Spencer contemplated making a break for it. Until he caught sight of Quinn sitting on the couch, his crutch propped up against the armrest. He was smiling, his face flushed as he punched Manny playfully in the ribs.