Nate could not stop laughing, the infectious sound filling the limousine. The party had been a huge success. Nate kept Dane on his arm the entire night, introducing him to all his father acquaintances, his partners at the law firm. Maybe he too had had a little too much alcohol to drink. But to be able to tolerate the people in that room, a place filled with rich and entitled assholes who cared little for others who did not share their views, opinions, or the same amount of money in their bank accounts. It made Nate sick to his stomach. These were the people he had spent his entire life fighting. They were the ones that had set the laws and regulations for vampire and dhampirs, and Nate was going to see those laws changed, legally of course. In the meanwhile, if he could ruffle a few feathers by bringing Dane as his date to the party, he would happily do so. Getting to show off his favorite person in the world and piss off assholes. It was too perfect.
“Aw, don’t worry about it; it’s just a little spill.” Nate touched his shirt, which was far from a little spill; his entire white shirt was now see-through. His other hand was playing with the baby hairs at the back of Dane’s neck. “It was really nice tonight, don’t you think? I hope no one tried to give you any problems while I was saying hi to other people. I’ll sue them you know.” Nate had a goofy expression on his face as he spoke.
He was so happy that in the two months since their relationship started taking shape; Dane had come to open up more to him. Not just, be the stoic person who rarely spoke unless spoken to but laugh with him, joke around, sharing stories about the decades he had on him, like he used to do when Nate was younger. Looking into Dane’s warm brown eyes, Nate’s smile widened. Sliding his hand forward to caress Dane’s clean-shaven jawline, Nate unapologetically kissed his lover’s neck. He did not care if the driver saw them, not that she would care anyways. As his lips pressed against the skin, his hopes that the drive home would be over could not come any sooner. Nate was selfish and wanted Dane all to himself; just the two of them, in the king bed with their limbs tangled together, not having to be anywhere but right there with each other.
“Come on, Dane. I gotta get out of this shit.” He snickered, leaning onto his friend while he got out of the limousine. “I can’t believe Mrs. Karmelo managed to spill the entire glass over me. She did seem to be particularly clumsy tonight. Maybe Mr. Karmelo should stop taking business trips with his assistant and focus on his wife. But hey, what do I know?” Nate laughed loudly, fumbling with the keys in his hands, before putting them in the keyhole, locking them into the loft apartment.
“What do you think, Dane. I need a shower.” Dropping the keys on the kitchen island, Nate fumbles his was down the hall, to the bathroom. Slipping off his shoes and sucks as he went along. Getting into the bathroom, Nate caught a glance of himself in the mirror. He looked a hot mess with his hair all tussled, cheeks red from the alcohol intake, and the shirt completely soaked. He definitively needed a shower to get himself sorted. He went to take of his dress jacket, which took more effort than what he would like to admit. Then it came to the shirt, which turned out to be even more of a struggle. It was as if his hands went numb, they would not grab the buttons properly. “Dane?” he called out, smiling a toothy grin when he saw the man come in through the door. “Care to help me get this off?” Nate lifted a daring eyebrow at Dane, taping his fingers again the bathroom counter he was leaning on.
