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He stumbles out of the club mostly backwards, hands on Neil's hips and grinning at Tom over Neil's shoulder. He wants... he doesn't even know what he wants. His skin is warm and buzzing and what he really thinks he wants is to touch them both all over, to be touched.
"You think we can make it back?" he asks, laughing and pulling Neil in for a kiss once the shadows of the trees cover them a little more. He can still hear the music from inside, and there's something soft and sensual in the night air that's entirely summerish.
He stumbles out of the club mostly backwards, hands on Neil's hips and grinning at Tom over Neil's shoulder. He wants... he doesn't even know what he wants. His skin is warm and buzzing and what he really thinks he wants is to touch them both all over, to be touched.
"You think we can make it back?" he asks, laughing and pulling Neil in for a kiss once the shadows of the trees cover them a little more. He can still hear the music from inside, and there's something soft and sensual in the night air that's entirely summerish.