Re: Gabe/Rafe - 7:05 p.m., snack table
Gabe pooled all of his willpower to keep his hand from skirting the edge of Rafe's underwear.
"I think your friends would've approved much more of this costume than my idea," he said, laughing a little. He leaned forward, his mouth coming up right beside Rafe's ear; tiny hairs shivered as his warm breath played over the other man's skin. "How mad are you going to be when it takes me five seconds to peel you out of it later?" His hand pressed down on Rafe's belly, but before he got too lewd, Gabe forced himself to step back.
"You make my head spin, anjo," he murmured as he stepped around to Rafe's other side, grinning, his voice filled with laughter. "I don't know if it's safe for us to be in public together."