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never gotten in real trouble in his life.  To knock him down made Dex feel better, made the hurt and the longing go away. 
    Yeah , he thought.  Fuck him.
     
    Fuck this, Rocky thought.  This is my song.  This is my story.  A lonely little Southern fruit from Georgia, who turns his whole life into a giant Fuck You to all those bastards.   He took the microphone, opened his mouth as if to say something, and then went right into it.  “A wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom!”
    Little Richard’s “Tutti Frutti” was the perfect outlet for all the frustration Rocky was feeling.  He’d discarded his guitar, ready to take the stage uninhibited by anything.  Did Dex think he could dance his way into the audience’s pants?  Rocky would show them a thing or two.
    He tore the mike out of the stand, and began to strut and preen, dropping to his knees and arching backwards, the mike over his mouth like a cock he was hungry to take.  He nearly touched it with his wagging tongue, like a tease.
    The Boulders were tearing it up, and Rocky could see the Delta Devils moving in time, the involuntary desire of a musician to join in on a great song.  Dex stood there with his arms folded theatrically, one eyebrow raised, a half smile on his face at Rocky’s antics. 
    Then they couldn’t stand it. The Delta Devils started playing along with the Boulders, and the crowd went insane. 
    Dex was swept up in the moment, the wave of musical ecstasy.  He joined Rocky at center stage, with his own microphone.  Rocky couldn’t help it.  He grinned at Dex as he deliberately changed the lyrics.
    “Got a boy, named Tracy, he almost drives me crazy!”
    Dex only laughed at him.  “Know a guy, named Rocky, he’s really fucking cocky!”
    “Know a guy, named Dex, he really casts a hex!”
    Then they both laughed.  “Tutti frutti!”  Rocky chanted.
    “Oh Rudy!” Dex countered.
    Rocky sang a verse about a boy named Lou, who knows just what to do, and Dex told him “You need a girl, named Sally, she’ll meet you in the alley!”
    “Got a guy, named Frank, he really turned my crank!”  The knowing audience whooped at the reference to Rocky’s ex-“friend.”
    “Here’s your lady, named Sadie…”
    Rocky cut him off, “I’d rather go with Brady!”
    They were both cracking up now, the lines coming hard and fast, Dex offering women who could cure Rocky, and Rocky replacing them with men. 
    Dex did a smooth dance move, and Rocky copied it, then countered with a more complex variation, with a flamboyant spin.  Dex called his spin, and raised it a kung fu kick.
    Then it was time to end it, both men sensing that a big finish should come before the number ran out of gas.  The band could feel it too, and brought the song to a crashing end as both men struck a dramatic Freddy Mercury “We are the Champions” pose, panting with exhilarated exhaustion.
    The crowd screamed its delight as one, and Rocky and Dex looked at each other, both glowing with fever.  Rocky extended his hand for Dex to shake.
    Dex took his hand, and then pulled him in for a bro hug.  A friendly pat on the back, no torso contact, a quick release, that was Dex’s plan.  Or so he told himself. 
    But when the smaller man was in his embrace, his arms took their own initiative, clasped Rocky to him, both their chests heaving for breath.  Dex could feel the ridge of muscles on either side of Rocky’s spine through the sweat-drenched shirt, and Rocky’s wet curls soaked any dry spots left on Dex’s own shirt. 
    Dex willed time to dilate, willed the crowd to cheer the hug louder, longer, to justify every extra second.  Rocky’s face was pressed into his chest, and he could feel it, a…relaxing in the other man, a surrender to Dex’s embrace, as if he’d been reunited, at last, with a long lost love.
    To his astonishment, it was Rocky who pulled away first.  Rocky who looked away from him as they separated, until he could get out of Dex’s gravity,