“I want to kiss you, but I’m pretty sure I’ll wreck your lipstick.”
Dylan laughed. “I wear kiss-proof lipstick, baby.”
They kissed, their tongues caressing as their hands slid over each other’s hips and backs.
“You know, we don’t need to go out tonight.” Dylan said. Amazingly, his lipstick hadn’t smudged. “We could stay here.”
As tempting as that was, Callum shook his head. “I want to go. With you. As a couple.”
Dylan grinned. “You’re sure?”
Callum blew out a breath. “I’m ready.” At least he hoped he was. “Let’s go.”
“Do you want to walk or get a taxi?”
“Walk.” It would give him time to steel his nerves.
They left Dylan’s flat and went down the stairs, before heading out into the night. Callum clasped Dylan’s hand, squeezing it lightly. It wasn’t the first time they’d held hands in public, but it was the first time they weren’t scared and coming down from a nasty confrontation. They received a few looks as they walked, although Callum wasn’t sure if the looks were because they were two guys holding hands, or because of how amazing Dylan looked.
There was a bit of a queue to get into the club, but they didn’t have to wait long before the bouncers let them in. They paid their entry fee, dropped their jackets off at the cloak room and then, still holding hands, went through into the club proper.
The rest of the Heaven and Hell Club dancers were already at their usual table, chatting and drinking. Kyrone noticed them first, and he grinned and waved at them. His gaze tracked down to their clasped hands and then he looked up, eyebrows raised.
“Don’t tell me you’ve managed to tame Dylan?” he asked as Callum and Dylan sat at the table.
Dylan snorted. “No one can tame me.” He smiled at Callum. “But he does make me happy.”
“Okay, that’s almost cute enough to make me barf.”
Dylan curled his lip at Kyrone. “Like you and your twink aren’t sickeningly cute all the time?”
Kyrone hugged Jared close. “Welcome to the cute zone.”
Jared laughed and hugged him back. They really did make an adorable couple.
“You look good together,” Logan said. “Congrats, guys.”
“I was wondering when you’d both get your act together,” Taylor said. “It was obvious you had the hots for each other from the word go.”
Callum stared at Taylor.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. You might not have been as obvious as Dylan, but I could see it.”
“Of course you could.” Logan elbowed Taylor in the ribs.
“Haven’t I been telling you that they should get together?”
Logan grabbed Taylor’s shirt and dragged him close, shutting him up with an incredibly dirty kiss. Callum couldn’t help but stare. The heat flushing through him making more than just his cheeks red. It was hot, watching them, and he wasn’t sure what that said about him.
“And now we’re going to dance,” Logan announced.
“We are?” Taylor asked.
“Yes.” He dragged Taylor to his feet and led him onto the dance floor.
“Do you want to dance?” Dylan asked.
Callum nodded, still reeling from watching the two massive dancers kissing.
