They went deep onto the crowded dance floor before they stopped and started to dance. Dylan’s hands settled on Callum’s hips instantly. Callum tried to follow his lead when it came to dancing, but he felt stiff and awkward in comparison to Dylan’s hypnotically flowing movements.
“You look flustered,” Dylan said, shouting above the music. “Is everything okay?”
Callum nodded, but then shrugged. He moved closer to Dylan, so he could talk into his boyfriend’s ear rather than having to shout his confession. It would have been mortifying if the strangers around them heard him.
“It was hot.”
Dylan raised his eyebrows. “What was?”
“Logan and Taylor kissing.” He looked at the black floor between them. “It turned me on.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
Callum shrugged again. “I don’t know. I—Don’t know what it means.”
“That you liked seeing two guys enjoy a sexy moment?” Dylan kissed his cheek. “Don’t overthink it, Tattoo Boy. Even a priest would have foundthatkiss hot.” He flashed a grin at Callum. “I bet we could give them a run for their money. Want to try?”
Although a flame of doubt ignited in Callum’s chest, he refused to listen to it. He was at the VibewithDylan, as a couple. A week ago, he’d casually kissed a girl he didn’t know, so there was no reason not to kiss the gorgeous guy he was with. He stared into Dylan’s eyes and nodded.
Dylan tugged Callum closer and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, lightly massaging his nape as they kissed. They began with a series of quick pecks, which gradually became longer and longer lasting, until their lips were firmly locked. It was only when Callum had fully relaxed into his boyfriend’s arms that Dylan requested entry to his mouth. In that moment, the buzz of the crowded club faded away and there was nothing but him and Dylan savouring the taste of each other as their kiss became hungrier by the second. His body swayed in time with Dylan’s and soon they were grinding against one another, their cocks rapidly getting hard, which only turned Callum on more.
He was left breathless and gasping when the kiss ended. He stared at Dylan, whose lipstick was neater than it had any right to be after a kiss that long and searing hot.
Dylan rested his chin on Callum’s shoulder and whispered into his ear. “I think that was hotter than their kiss, don’t you?”
Callum nodded dumbly.
Dylan played with the buttons on Callum’s shirt. “Are you coming back to my place tonight?”
“Yes.”
Dylan lifted his head and kissed Callum again. “Good.” He undid the top few buttons of Callum’s shirt and then slipped his hand beneath it, running his palm over Callum’s chest. “This okay?”
Callum couldn’t help but glance around. They weren’t the only people getting frisky on the dance floor. There were plenty of people feeling each other up, kissing passionately, and dancing dirtily.
“Very. I love the way you’re touching me. You’re turning me on.”
“That’s the idea, baby.”
He mirrored Dylan’s affection by playing with his boyfriend’s nipple, gently rolling it, occasionally tugging on the piercing playfully. They kissed, danced, and touched through songs that blurred into each other, completely forgetting that they were at the club as part of a larger group. With each passing song, the flame of doubt inside Callum became smaller and smaller until it dwindled and died, extinguished by his growing love for Dylan.
