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Jimmy didn’t like how tight his suit fit. He was used to having his tie barely hang on instead of snug to his neck. He looked like a prim and proper jackass because they were forced to blend in. He hated it with all his heart and soul, but it was the work he chose. Duke had helped him put on the suit. He still had butterflies from Duke pulling him in close to tie his tie. Jimmy wasn’t one to blush, but damn the Stoic Duke made his face red.
The ballroom was big and damn ugly. Whatever asshole rich guy owned this place loved gold. One upside to said rich guy with horrible taste is that there’s good booze, Duke gushed over that fact like the lovable wine snob he is. “It’s a mulberry wine from France” Duke informed taking a sip from his glass. Jimmy gave a hum. It was sweet, but not unpleasantly so. To Jimmy, this is the height of entertainment, watching a bunch of snobs dally about and looking like they're trying to give a fuck about what their conversation partner is talking about. The same types occasionally approached Duke. He’d say the same things, ‘I am a collector of the arts’. Jimmy tried not to giggle, knowing what that truly meant.
He didn’t know what time it was when Duke’s arm looped around his middle. He minded little, leaning into the touch akin to a cat to warmth. Duke leaned into Jimmy. "Do you want to go to the balcony? The view is wonderful tonight,” Duke said loud enough for Jimmy to hear. A shiver ran down his spine because of how close Duke had gotten. “Uh- Sure” Jimmy nodded, allowing himself to be pulled.
Duke was absolutely right. The city line was enchanting. Jimmy breathed a sigh, leaning against the handrail to get a better look. Duke slipped beside him silently. The brit distracted by the far off lights, he didn’t notice the older gazing at him. Jimmy looked so handsome like this, his hair was tamed thanks to Duke’s unending patience and a brush for curly hair. Duke didn’t know why he felt drawn to Jimmy. Maybe it was the weird charm the brit oozed. Duke felt his face fluster when he realized how long he had been looking at Jimmy.
Jimmy leaned his head on Duke’s shoulder. Duke smiled shyly, pulling Jimmy closer by his waist. A slow waltz started playing while the two were basking in the quiet moment, Duke didn’t know what possessed him but he turned to the younger and asked “may I have this dance, my dear?” Duke took a step back towards the middle of the balcony and offered his hand for Jimmy to take, Jimmy looked like he was thinking for a minute. Duke nearly dropped the question but Jimmy took his hand. Duke pulled Jimmy so their chests were practically touching. The waltz was clumsy and slow, Jimmy trying not to fumble and Duke leading him gently.
It had been about 10, maybe 20 minutes of waltzing. Neither wanted to break to check their watches. Jimmy’s head was now resting on Duke’s shoulder, arms lazily around his torso. Duke’s hands resting on Jimmy’s hips. Duke was humming along to the song. This was… nice and quiet despite the music playing. For a moment Duke could forget he and Jimmy were wanted criminals.
They pulled away, arms still wrapped around each other, Jimmy’s wonderful green eyes staring into Duke’s stormy blue. Duke’s brain apparently wasn’t communicating with the rest of him because Duke leaned forward and kissed Jimmy softly. Jimmy made a small surprised noise but didn’t pull away. In fact, Jimmy tilted his head and wrapped his arms around Duke’s neck. Duke laced his arms around Jimmy’s waist, pulling him closer. Jimmy’s mouth tasted like the sweet mulberry wine and bitter cocaine. It was intoxicating. Duke ran his fingertips up Jimmy’s spine and settled a hand in his fluffy natural mess of hair, lightly tugging the curls. Jimmy made a pleased noise, turning into putty in Duke’s arms. Jimmy deepened the kiss with vigor, biting Duke’s bottom lip playfully.
Duke swallowed a noise, glancing over at the glass doors. Hopefully, no one would decide to disturb the two. Duke pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. “Fuck me, mate” Jimmy giggled breathily, pressing his forehead against Duke’s collarbone. Duke laughed, carding his hands through Jimmy’s curls. This was nice. They both nearly forgot the reason they were here.
Gunshots, glass breaking, and screaming had rudely interrupted the quiet, loving moment. A crackle sounded in both their earpieces “here we go! Jimmy! Duke! Mask up and meet with the rest!” Bain chirped. Duke’s face screwed into a frown of disappointment for just a moment but he took no time taking his mask out of his blazer and donning it. Jimmy readied his mask but didn’t put it on yet. Duke grabbed Jimmy’s hand, intertwining leather with latex. Before Duke could say anything, Jimmy kissed Duke’s mask before pulling on his own.
“Let’s go, pigs ain’t gonna shoot themselves”