Event Private Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

At the drink table, Kaz surveyed his options while trying to get his body under control.

It wasn't the flickering of his glamour that bothered him. Though Kaz had never worn make-up or dressed in drag, it was more or less the equivalent of suspecting a false eyelash might be loose. The occasional sensation that something that made him look better was off, but he wasn't sure how bad it was or if anyone else could tell without the aid of a mirror

It was just that heat. That searing heat.

He felt predatory, almost, like he wanted to hunt Luke.

Part of him thought for a minute, well, why don't you? What could it hurt? If something goes wrong it's not like you were going to keep him around long anyway? Just go for it.

So Kaz did.

He turned to Luke and, still holding his hand, tugged the other boy closer.

He was inexperienced at this, but he didn't let it show. Kaz lifted the hand he was holding up so it was between them, his fingers curled around Luke's like he was making a sacred pact. He brushed his thumb over the soft spot on the other boy's wrist, feeeling his pulse, letting whatever sparks he was feeling trace over it.

"What would you like to drink?" Kaz asked him.

But he was looking at Luke's lips.

"Let me pick," Kaz said.

The words came out fast. Luke was close. So close. His eyes were wide and the same color as the chunks of amber that would float up on the beach of the Baltic sea. His mother, though whether it was his real mother or foster mother Kaz couldn't even remember, used to take him there as a child.

Freya's tears she'd called the chunk of amber Kaz had found.

He wondered what happened to it.

Luke's English had slipped away like Kaz's glamour but it didn't stop Kaz from repeating, "Let me pick. A drink, for you."

His thumb brushed Luke's wrist again.

How strange this night was.

How almost normal Kaz felt.

Kaz pulled Luke closer slowly, as though he was going to guide Luke's hand to something on the table. It created a bit of an angle, dropping Luke's shoulder, giving Kaz just the right path to

Press his lips

against

Luke's.

As far as first kisses go, it was fast. The room might have seemed to slow down and stop for Kaz, but he didn't draw it out. He didn't let himself become consumed by the sparks that rushed out over his lips and shot down his neck and arms and into his finger tips. He didn't let himself get wrapped up in the twisted way his head swam like he was about to pass out, like he was already ill and losing everything and Luke was the last thing that was going to save him.

He didn't let himself got lost in how soft the other boy's lips were or how his amber fucking eyes reminded Kaz of something he'd long forgotten. His other hand encirlced Luke's hip for just a moment, reveling for just a split second in how close they were, much like they were when they'd been dancing.

Kaz's heart raced.

He pulled away fast.

He didn't let himself get lost in the magic.

He moved like it never happened, reaching over and behind Luke onto the table for the punch bowl and filling up two glasses of it.

Kaz said, "I really hope it isn't spiked this year. I heard horror stories. Here."

And he took Luke's hand, the one he'd been holding his wrist on, and put the cup into his hand.

It was very, very hot in this room.







ooc: sorry oops