Gabriel tries to hold back a groan as Neil touches him. He pushes against him, rocking into the palm of his hand; he's been excited since the moment his back hit the wall. Maybe a little before that.

There's an illicit thrill in doing this in a sort of public place, and he thinks of all the men he saw dancing together at the club, and he longs for that confidence. Longs for that openness.

Maybe this isn't the best start, but it's something, isn't it? He pulls Neil into another kiss, getting more insistent in his touch, more firm. He wonders if they could get off together just like this. But even as he wonders, his free hand slides down, lightly touching, tugging loose, Neil's belt.