Re: Troy/Sean
Sean had always suspected Vance had a soft spot for John. Oh, he knew the Director cared about all his people. But, there were always one or two people who got in closer. It was human nature. If there was anyone who seemed to have gotten closer to Vance than the rest, it was John. And if Sean had doubted it before, this party at this club would have clinched it.
Sure, they'd gone out to dinner for other birthdays. But, no one else got the club or the party or the small group outing without much supervision. This was as much something special for John from Vance as the first Jazz Night at the base had been a gift to Sean from his dad. Or so Sean would believe.
In a way, he supposed he, Sean, needed it, too. It wasn't the kind of club he'd normally go to. Not enough live music. But, as a place to let go for a little and try not to brood over his dad or his sister, to spend a few hours wrapped up in his husband and their friends, it made for a good distraction. It was pretty impossible to brood when Troy was pressed up against him and grinning that particular grin. "I guess that depends," he replied with an answering grin. "You prepared to make everyone in there jealous knowing the hottest man they're ever going to see -- from a few feet away -- is already very spoken for?"
To emphasize his point, Sean slid his hand over Troy's ass and pulled him even tighter against his own body. Sean himself hadn't actually ever done the backroom thing before, either. But, he'd heard enough listening to Brian over the last year or so to have an idea of what to expect. He was fine with indulging their shared need to show off sometimes, as long as everyone was perfectly clear the rest could look, but not touch.