Stand still. - you told Keegan, your teeth grabbed the fly of his jeans, trying to help him deal with the jammed zipper. For his part, Keegan saw things differently. The sight of you kneeling in front of him, trying hard unzipping his fly clouded his mind, causing his thoughts to wander. You soon realized that something under his trousers was bulging, causing the clasp to literally rest against your mouth.
Damn, Keegan, I hope it's a gun.