Re: Gabe/Rafe - 7:05 p.m., snack table
Rafael made a small sound of disagreement at Gabe's assessment of their costumes. He had been quite pleased with their unexpected ensemble, and his friends had seemed the same. But all thought of that rollercoaster of an evening fled with the touch of Gabe's hand, with that small, dark laugh; a subtle shiver threaded down Rafael's spine, and he found himself pressing close once more.
"I don't think it is," he agreed, "but that's what makes it fun, right?" He walked past Gabriel, back toward the punch bowl, trailing one index finger down the buttons of Gabe's dress shirt as he did. He did not mind the warmth that pooled low in his nearly-bare belly as he looked to his partner, taking in each fine line of his well tailored suit. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, nipping suggestively at its fullness. "Builds up all that anticipation, you know?"