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been a bucket of cold water for Sean, but logic and reason were long gone. Instead he found himself saying, “Well then, let’s really give him something to see.”
    He drew back enough that he could see Justin’s face as he brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Justin’s lips parted and his eyes glittered in the flashing lights.
    “Can I?” Sean asked, hoping Justin could read the meaning even if he couldn’t hear the words.
    He got a nod in reply, and Justin licked his lips, making them shine, wet and inviting.
    So Sean kissed him.
    They were both tentative at first. Gentle and almost chaste, soft lips and closed mouths. But then they bumped noses and that made them both smile. Feeling bolder, Sean kissed Justin harder, and when their tongues touched, it was electric. Sean’s senses lit up like a Christmas tree when the fairy lights go on, and everything was bright and beautiful. His heart swelled, pounding in his ears and stealing his breath. They were still moving together, but whether it was to the pulsing rhythm of the music or that of their own bodies in response to the heat surging between them, Sean couldn’t tell.
    He knew they should stop. This kiss was too dirty for an office party, even in the semidarkness of the dance floor, and if he didn’t pull away soon, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to. If he’d wanted Justin before he’d kissed him, it had been a pale shadow of desire to the burning need he felt now he had Justin in his arms, mouth open and wet, cock grinding hard against Sean’s hip.
    He broke the kiss, but Justin chased his mouth, hand still in Sean’s hair, pulling almost painfully as he tried to keep Sean where he wanted him.
    Sean moved his mouth to Justin’s ear, where he’d be sure Justin would hear him. “Gibbon.” He added an apologetic kiss to Justin’s cheek.
    Justin burst out laughing and released his grip on Sean’s hair, letting his hand slide down to his shoulder as he drew back and put some space between them. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
    “It was that or risk coming in my new trousers.” His arousal must have been obvious, so there seemed little point in being coy. Justin was hard too.
    There was a flare of heat in Justin’s eyes, and then a long pause before he asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”
    Did that mean what Sean hoped it meant? “Yeah,” he said with a nod, and Justin’s smile widened.
    “Come on, let’s go home.” Justin took Sean’s hand and led him off the dance floor.
    “Look.” Sean nudged Justin, attracting his attention to where Kieran and Johnny were dancing, bodies close and hands wandering.
    As Justin watched, they started kissing. “Aw, that’s sweet,” he said. “I’m glad Johnny’s night didn’t turn out too badly after all.”
    “Andy doesn’t look too happy about it.”
    Justin followed Sean’s gaze to Andy, who was standing at the bar with a drink in his hand and a scowl on his face. “Good.”
    As they picked up their jackets from the table and made their excuses, Jess gave them a knowing look.
    “Sean’s still jet-lagged,” Justin said smoothly. “I need to get him into bed.”
    Jess snorted. “I bet you do.”
    Sean’s cheeks flushed hot, but Justin looked totally unfazed. “Is Andy watching us?” He asked Jess, who was sitting facing the room.
    She glanced quickly over his shoulder. “Yep.”
    Justin grinned. “Awesome. Come on then, baby. Let’s make our exit. Put your arm around me, and grope my arse on the way out.”
     
     
    In the taxi they stayed sitting close together.
    Sean wanted to ask what they were doing, but he was afraid of breaking the spell they’d woven through their pretence, which had conjured something real yet all too tenuous. Delicious anticipation pooled in his belly. He was still hard, hoping that Justin’s mind was in the same place his was. He put his hand on Justin’s thigh again, feeling taut muscle there. Sean stroked tentatively, watching Justin for