Lee mostly didn't care, but he couldn't help wondering what everyone around them thought of them, the fact that Lee was obviously too old and not nearly hot enough to be dancing with someone as young and attractive as Kavinsky. They probably thought he was pathetic, trying to reclaim his youth, that Kavinsky was offering charity. And maybe both of those things were even true; he didn't want to admit it, but Lee was here in part to try to mend his bruised ego. Though, to be fair, dancing with Kavinsky now wasn't hurting that endeavor at all.
Closing his eyes, Lee pressed his hand into Kavinsky's chest, his fingers following the line of his ribs and pulling Kavinsky against him, their bodies moving together. It felt good, the heat and solidity of Kavinsky against his chest, like something he could have without eventually paying for it. He wasn't exactly turned on yet, but there was a warmth building that said that tide was turning, and Lee exhaled, knowing Kavinsky could feel his breath against the side of his neck.
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Date: 2016-01-31 10:41 pm (UTC)From:Closing his eyes, Lee pressed his hand into Kavinsky's chest, his fingers following the line of his ribs and pulling Kavinsky against him, their bodies moving together. It felt good, the heat and solidity of Kavinsky against his chest, like something he could have without eventually paying for it. He wasn't exactly turned on yet, but there was a warmth building that said that tide was turning, and Lee exhaled, knowing Kavinsky could feel his breath against the side of his neck.