Jeff Drizzle and Richard Lennox

Jeff Drizzle and Richard Lennox stand between two others, their broad, hairless chests barely visible beneath the focus on what’s between their legs, socks stitched with names, feet lifted high as if daring you to look closer. The bearded one’s thick ankles flex against the fabric, while the clean-shaven dark-haired man’s toes curl, his hands gripping the air as if steadying himself for something. No other bodies, no other acts, just the slow, deliberate reveal of what’s hidden below.