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End of semester engineering parties were always fun. And this year, with Zon on his arm, it was guaranteed to be even more fun.
He was a little ball of energy, flittering from the snack table to the dance floor and back again. But the whole while, he stayed tucked into Saifah’s side. There were too many crowds he could get lost in, so he’d resorted to wrapping himself around his much taller – and much more capable of seeing over everyone else’s head – boyfriend’s bicep and dragging him to and fro.
Saifah couldn’t find it in him to complain. Happy boyfriend, happy Saifah. And if Tutor and Day just happened to wink at him and wiggle their fingers in his direction from across the room, he’d let it go ignored for now. He’d have plenty of time to tease them about their own respective dates later.
Just as Zon had finished nibbling on a cookie, the lights dimmed and the music slowed. The crowds broke into pairs, duos falling into the beat of a love song. Licking the crumbs from his lips, he took his arm and tugging towards the dance floor.
Zon wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled himself close, and Saifah didn’t have to be told twice. Wrapping his own arms around his waist, he rested his palms flat against the small of his back and led him in their slow dance.
He didn’t need to look to see the eyes turned towards them; he could feel them crawling over his shoulders. Curling his longer build over Zon, he did his best to block him, keep him for himself and no one else. The last thing he wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable.
“I don’t mind,” Zon said, chin tilted up and nose nudging on the underside of his chin. “Everyone staring. I know they are. And I don’t mind.” He flashed him a smile, dimpley and bright. “I’m only looking at you anyway, silly.”
Grinning back, Saifah tilted his head down to rub their noses together. It earned him a giggle, an adorable little sound that he’d never tire of hearing. “Maybe you should look at your feet instead to make sure you’re not stepping on mine.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m trying to be sweet and romantic, and you’re ruining it.”
“My mistake,” Saifah chuckled. “Please, continue with your romance.”
Giving an irritated humph, Zon pressed them chest to chest and buried his face into the side of his neck. Saifah let his nose fall into his hair, nuzzling into the fluff as the two of them tangled themselves together. That’s how they finished off their dance: just the two of them without a care for anyone or anything else.