Barclay blinks. He closes one eye, then the other, then blinks again.
He turns the photograph upside-down.
“Why what?” James sounds sulky. “You took underpants photos like that. It was sexy. I’m being sexy!”
“Are you wearing lipstick?” Tom asks, taking the glossy 8x10 from Barclay. “I -- I reckon I’ve seen Nick Carter in this pose.”
“It’s not lipstick, it’s… the lighting,” James snaps. He snatches back the picture and moves to hide it under a cushion. “Shut up. Wankers.”
“No, it was sexy,” Barclay says quickly. “I like you in your pants.”
“Out of them, too,” agrees Tom.