Michael cursed to himself, he was going to swell and fucking bruise. His face too, of all fucking places. He was glad they swapped to working his torso because he really didn't need to show that sort of thing off when dropping the boys off at school. He doubled over in pain and tried to slide down the truck but they weren't easing up their grip. They hauled him up for another hit and then stopped.

Oh, that voice. That beautiful, sexy voice. He smiled despite himself and how much his face ached, just thrilled to see a friendly face.

He watched one of the guys who'd decked him come up to Bobby. He placed a hand on his chest, getting between him and the guy he'd hit on. "Woah, chill. Are you kidding me man? You're okay with this sort of shit in our town?"

"Boys, boys, you can paw at me after you buy me more drinks. Mind getting off?" Michael yanked one arm free but the other was stubbornly held by a crushing pressure.

"Bobby, come on, you can't be okay with this. You got kids and you want a pervert walking around like this."