Gilly didn't even notice Ziggy slipping his hand into his own and almost jumped because his gaze was firmly fixed on Mick's crotch. That bulge and the feint outline of his cock. Fuck, it was hot!

"I---yes, I need a drink. Don't bend down and rip these, Ronno."

The drummer offering a nervous giggle to Mick who stopped air-guitaring and smirked, going over to pour himself out a whiskey, offering one to Weird too. The pants were perfect in his eyes.

"The pants are nice and soft too in all the right places. Good picking there, mate."