As close as they both were to each other, Luke was starting to have a problem with the freezing Maine wind. To counteract the cold (at least for a little while) he concentrated for a few seconds and created a little force-bubble around them to warm them up a bit. Luke would've stayed out anyway, despite the cold, but this way they could both be just a little more comfortable.
Luke sighed a little as Mao pulled away, panting a bit as Mao gloated. The truth was that yes, he was a little buzzed from the punch, but even later, after the haze wore off, Luke would have to admit to himself that he'd wanted to kiss Mao regardless of how much alcohol was in his system. It was stupid how much he liked this boy. By all accounts, he really shouldn't. He was scrawny and immature and he made the dumbest jokes in the world, but for some, mystifying reason, it had killed Luke to hear that Mao had been with Wolf. Just like it killed him to see Mao on the dance floor with him. Luke still wasn't past his own insecurities yet, but now that Mao had a real shot at being with someone else? Luke was starting to get over them. And fast.
His lips brushed over Mao's cheek and down his neck, nipping occasionally, although he was surprisingly gentle with Mao's skin. This was a side that Luke didn't show very often, and especially not to Mao. But he was in a mood tonight, and his anger had faded surprisingly quickly. "Hush," he told Mao, brushing his lips over Mao's throat. "At least you're not laughing this time."