Mao met Luke's gaze with one of equal intensity. His cheeks were flushed, his heart thumping like a drum in his chest as the other boy's hand began its downward slide. Oh man... Was Luke going to do what he thought he was going to do? Maybe? Oh my God? Mao was pretty sure they were like two seconds away from dry humping each other until they made a mess of their fancy dance pants. How were they going to explain that to their dates? Good thing his suit wasn't rented.
Unfortunately (or fortunately?) Mao didn't get to find out what Luke's hand intended to do (if anything at all.) The sound of the door opening was loud over their panting, and Mao practically jumped a mile. At first Mao blinked wide eyed at the figure in fear of discovery, but his expression quickly became one of annoyance. Fuck!! Someone always had to interrupt when things were getting good. This was just like at Luke's party!
Mao looked back at Lukas, unable to hide his disappointment. There was a touch of loss in his eyes, he didn't think something like what had just happened was likely to happen again. He didn't have that kind of luck. But then... 'Call me.' A mix of hope and disbelief rushed across Mao's features. He completely lost his grasp of the English language in his eagerness to agree. "Oh. Yeah. I will! I mean... Sure. Later. Okay!" His rambling was silenced with a quick little kiss, and when Luke stepped away, Mao was grinning like the idiot he was.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Luke." Mao managed to hold himself together until his crush disappeared into the building, but the moment he was gone a slow giggle started up in his throat. Oh. My. God. The giggle grew and kept growing until Mao was cracking up, left gasping for breath while tears streamed down his cheeks. Needless to say, the guy who stepped out to smoke finished his cigarette in record time and got the fuck out of there.