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“God, tonight’s been great, hasn’t it?” Rafael breathed as Nick mouthed at his neck, tongue sweeping and nipping with growing abandon.
“Absolutely,” Nick barely moved back to say, the word coming out muffled against his skin.
“And now it’s going to get even better.” Rafael grinned mischievously in the low light of whatever corner of the hotel (that Zara and her friends were having their results party) where he and Nick had snuck away to.
Of course, they had both been following their daughter around most of the night like obsessed fans of hers, which they one hundred per cent were, embarrassing her in front of her twenty-something friends, all recently accepted into law school. But then they had been drinking… and dancing and well, one thing led to another, and now they were here, making out at the prom like randy teenagers.
Rafael, feeling the buzz of the alcohol in his veins and remembering the sight of Nick’s hips swaying sinfully on the dance floor, ran his palms over Nick’s grey blazer jacket before quickly slipping his greedy hands underneath to fist at his black shirt, pulling it up and out of his trousers. This was easier than expected; the bottom of his shirt had practically fallen out, happily surrendering from the grip Nick’s belt had on it.
Having got so far, Rafael snaked his hands under Nick’s shirt, finally reaching the prize that was his husband’s abs. Rafael ran his hands all over them, relishing in the gasp he managed to elicit from Nick. He didn’t know if it was from his hands being cold on his skin or because any new contact with Nick in his current, dishevelled state was pushing him quicker and further to the edge. Either way, Rafael took full advantage and pulled Nick’s open mouth against his own, hungrily licking into his.
One of them moaned, maybe both of them, he didn’t know because Nick had returned the favour by pushing him even further into the wall behind them, slotting his thigh in between Rafael’s.
Rafael was dangerously close to grinding his pelvis against Nick’s leg when a loud startled gasp broke through their haze.
The husbands tore their mouths away from one another and turned their heads to find a familiar figure standing in the doorway, framed by outside light.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
That was Zara’s voice.
Crap.
Nick backed quickly away from Rafael, stumbling—probably from the blood rushing to his head—and ending up having to grab back onto his partner to stop himself from falling.
“Oh Jesus.” They heard Zara mutter under her breath. “You do know that I can’t defend you against a drunk and disorderly charge or a public indecency one for a good few years yet, Dad.”
Rafael laughed at her roast of Nick, his tipsy state clearly loosening his reactions and judgement more than he realised.
“We’re sorry, mi sol.”
They could make out her calm smile in the dim light, and that was all that mattered.
“Just be glad that it wasn’t Mom or Abuela Lucia who stumbled upon you.” Zara pointed out as she disappeared around the corner, tutting as she went.
Rafael knew how Nick’s ex-wife would react to finding them like this, seeing how they had all unfortunately been in that position more than once, which, come to think about it, seemed impossible considering she’d lived on the other side of the country for most of their relationship.
But as for his mother, Rafael’s not even sure if she would have noticed Nick and himself, what with her eyesight the way it is and the fact that when they had left the party, she looked just as merry as they were.
Daughter now hopefully out of earshot, Rafael looked back at his husband.
“We should probably head back in.”
“Yeah… but just to say our goodbyes, right?” Nick murmured, eyes still thankfully dark with lust.
“Good. We’re on the same page,” Rafael said quickly, gripping Nick's hand and dragging him out of there.