It was a strange ride over, and only partly because he'd drank enough champagne that everything felt a little bubbly and loose. College seemed giddy though, was that the word for it? And he'd kissed him a few times, playful, and Icarus had soaked up the attention like a sponge, already eager to please and staying close to College's back, clinging to his hand, as they laughed their way up the stairs.
And then he was against the wall, and that kiss was deep and rougher and different and oh - was that what he'd meant before by having fun that night? Oh. Oh!
And whether he'd really caught on or not didn't matter, since College seemed happy and was smiling so wide as he knocked. Icarus probably would have done anything to keep him smiling like that.