“Judge clenched his fist as he waited for Michaels to make his move. Right now all he was doing was kneeling behind him and staring. It felt weird. On display. He wasn’t a buff, blond hunk with product controlling his immaculate hair or perfectly arched eyebrows. Judge was just a man. Did Michaels not like what he saw? Was his ass too much of an ugly, hairy thing? Had he changed his mind and was trying to think of a way to back… “Ohhhh gaaawd.” Michaels”