“Jesus,” Jack laughed, catching his feet in a half-stumble as he tried to manoeuvre from the passenger door of the car. “I think I’m a little bit drunk.”
“Good thing I was driving then.” Mason smiled at the relaxed grin on Jack’s face, the way the usual tension had faded from around Jack’s eyes and the overall looseness of Jack’s demeanour. It was a nice look, one that Mason could get used to seeing given the opportunity; one that Mason would love to inspire in Jack without the necessity of mood-altering liquids.
He waited for Jack to round the car and then wrapped his arm around Jack’s waist, telling himself it was for balance, knowing full well he just wanted to be that close. They’d kept the dancing at a PG rating but even without the grinding and the dry-humping Mason hadn’t been abl
