The short walk from Velvet Club to Diego’s apartment was filled with laughter, the cool night air sobering them just enough to keep them from face-planting on the sidewalk. Jamie’s fingers were laced with Diego’s, their shoulders bumping with every other step, the streetlights painting their path in flickering lights.

“You’re a terrible dancer,” Diego said, grinning.

Jamie scoffed, squeezing his hand. “Lies. I have the grace of a gazelle.” Jamie paused, then added, “A drunk gazelle.”

Diego laughed, pulling Jamie closer until their hips knocked together. “More like a drunk penguin.”

Jamie gasped, mock-offended, and shoved him lightly. “Rude. I’ll have you know penguins are very graceful.”

“Sure they are,” Diego said, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned down, his breath warm against Jamie’s neck. “Did you hear about those gay penguins?”

Jamie brought his hands to his armpits and started flapping his elbows like short wings. “Honk-honk! I’m a gay penguin!” His lips brushed Diego’s jaw, the beard prickly against his skin. “Can I prove to you how gay I am?“

Diego laughed. “You’re so dumb! But yeah,” he added with a smirk, “show me once we get to my place.”

They soon arrived at Diego’s building. It was old, with creaky floors and a grand marble entryway. When they got in the elevator, Jamie didn’t notice the dusty smell of wood. He was too busy watching Diego’s reflection in the mirror walls, the way his gaze kept flicking down to Jamie’s mouth, and how his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

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