[walks onto stage to the beat of the song wearing a white t-shirt and his usual board shorts. He is hatless and barefoot.
At roof on fire he shoots finger guns of flames into the air before moving to the song, writhing almost like a snake and keeps a eye on the judges as he lifts his hands and slides them down his chest as he moves as if making love to the air, he bends hands on his knees and flicks his tongue out them with a wink
before rising again, flicking his hair back under the water, letting his head fall back and gasping as the water hits his face and slides over him. His hands roam over himself as he pulls his hands down and then back up, under his shirt exposing his stomach and chest and the other hooking in his belt as he braces his legs and moves his hips.
He drags his other hand up and puts the beads in his mouth, sucking on them as he looks at the judges again, gaze flicking to Smoker before back to them and winking--
before backflipping and pivoting his back to them and writhing again, hands around himself and pulling up his shirt as if he's going to take it off before bracing his legs, leaning all the way back and looking at them as best he could, curling his tongue around his beads.
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At roof on fire he shoots finger guns of flames into the air before moving to the song, writhing almost like a snake and keeps a eye on the judges as he lifts his hands and slides them down his chest as he moves as if making love to the air, he bends hands on his knees and flicks his tongue out them with a wink
before rising again, flicking his hair back under the water, letting his head fall back and gasping as the water hits his face and slides over him. His hands roam over himself as he pulls his hands down and then back up, under his shirt exposing his stomach and chest and the other hooking in his belt as he braces his legs and moves his hips.
He drags his other hand up and puts the beads in his mouth, sucking on them as he looks at the judges again, gaze flicking to Smoker before back to them and winking--
before backflipping and pivoting his back to them and writhing again, hands around himself and pulling up his shirt as if he's going to take it off before bracing his legs, leaning all the way back and looking at them as best he could, curling his tongue around his beads.
Do you love him yet?]